Connecticut with associated rant

Our new baby alarm clock woke us up bright and early today, so

the Bean must want to get to Beantown.  We were able to make bottles, get everything packed up from all over the house and get on the road in fairly good fashion.  I’m driving so that John can work on his paper and the car seems to rock the Bean to sleep pretty well.  We are going through 

 Connecticut today and a swing through Rhode Island because John wants to hit two more states, but there is no easy way through to Rhode Island.  Now, I’m already predisposed to not like Connecticut because some asshole on the interstate gave me a hard time and honked at me in New York after the 

 border debacle, so I’m not too keen of seeing any part of it and it didn’t get any better.  We decided we’re going to eat breakfast/lunch there since we it was further through a short stretch of New York than we thought.   So, we cross the border and like every other east coast state, the signage sucks. 

 I’ve got to go on a rant here people.  I have been spoiled  by the Midwest and south’s tendency to put a sign up for everything.  A little winery that no one should no about?  We have a sign for it….Every food option on every exit that you pass?  We have a sign for it…how to get to the interstate from damn near anywhere in any town even if it is miles away?  We have a sign for it.  The east coast takes for granted that people know where the hell they’re going because they’ve been going there since the Mayflower days and everyone knows how to get there….This ocmes back to bite me in the ass hard when Oscar and I go visit Harvard, but I digress.  So, we see a billboard for a diner that is on exit 10 and we decide that sounds fine.  Until John looks at the map and notices that 10 is also the exit for Sandy Hook.  And here, I have totally not placed this area in context as we drive past a Newtown exit.  And it’s like a  haunted house or an abandoned psychiatric ward, I instinctively  don’t want to stop there how.  I want to avoid it because some of the horror might rub off on my little family.  We go in the diner and I can’t help looking around at all of the young people in the place, and there were quiet a few, and thinking “how many of these kids are traumatized?”  John pointed out that they might not be locals, but I think they are and the 26 little angels sticker on the door with “never forgotten” annoys me.  The whole town and state and every other person should still be upset and working toward gun laws, but we have forgotten and we don’t care or something would have changed.  So, while this diner might not forget, the rest of this country has already forgotten and I’m not absolving myself, because I’m not doing anything either, but mabe everyone should have to visit this town to experience the feeling for themselves.  Oh, and another person honked at me at a red light, so I’m definitely  not coming back here, because as everyone knows, I’m a slow driver….