WELCOME TO HOPSCOTCHING TO HELL
If you’ve arrived here expecting fire, brimstone, and eternal damnation, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.
The title has very little to do with hell and everything to do with hopscotching.
I’ve spent much of my life following interesting detours. One question leads to another. A forgotten house leads to a long-dead songwriter. A chance meeting backstage becomes a story about someone famous who turned out to be wonderfully ordinary. A weekend drive along the Connecticut shoreline somehow ends in a centuries-old cemetery, an obscure museum, or a restaurant worth driving two hours to visit again.
Along the way I’ve had more than my share of unlikely adventures.
I’ve worked on Broadway and Off Broadway productions, wandered through museums and small towns, publicized theaters and festivals, spent decades in marketing and public relations, and eventually found myself in residential real estate, helping people discover places where they’ll create stories of their own.
Some posts will be about theater. Others about history, architecture, travel, Connecticut, family lore, or the wonderfully odd people I’ve met along the way. Occasionally I’ll wander into real estate, but this isn’t a real estate newsletter. It’s a curiosity newsletter.
If you’ve ever found yourself saying, “I wonder whatever happened to...?” or “How did I not know that?” then you’ve found your people.
I don’t know exactly where this journey will lead.
That’s rather the point.
Welcome aboard.
David