It’s not that I was expecting silence, given that I live here and know that the whole “Hartford is a ghost town on the weekend” bit is a myth, but Asylum Hill is loud on Saturday. Around 6 in the morning, noise can be heard from one of the two projects related to parking garages; one is being demolished on Fraser Place, while another is being erected in the Collins/Sumner area.

There weren’t dozens lined up to head to New Britain, but I did see people using the new bus station on Hawthorn Street at Sigourney.

I did see motorists lined up to park at Lincoln Culinary Institute.

The Hartford continues to provide a beautiful park, but draws the line at allowing the general public to access it. I understand that this is their right; it is my right to continue to believe this exclusion to be nonsense. At minimum, open this up to everyone who has insurance through the company.

 

When we worry less about lines, we can have a good time.

I noticed an elderly woman walking down the sidewalk through a patch of sunflowers. The flowers lined both sides of the walkway. The neighborhood resident introduced herself, grabbed my arm, and insisted on showing me a friend’s backyard, along with her own. She explained that the street we were on is called a “Pride Block.”

This impromptu tour was fun and is evidence that talking to strangers does not always lead to ruin. Sometimes, it leads to a yard full of flowers in bloom.