We spent three or four days there; while Patti cleaned house and made meals for Scott, I drove around Connecticut a little. Visited Litchfield, where I found my great-great grandfather Rev. George Richards' house (above) and church. (He started out in Boston, but around 1860 was banned in Boston for his philandering ways with his female parishioners. After that my great great grandmother would never leave him alone in a room with another woman!) Went to Groton to look at the submarine museum, visited the Richards plot in the cemetery in New London, and made a quick pass through my old home town of Old Saybrook. Our North Cove house is still there, but Saltus Drive has been decimated; no trees left, just maybe eight or so mansion-style houses. The next door neighbor's house survived, but the smaller one next to it is gone, replaced by a dot.com extravaganza. Dad's old office on the Boston Post Road has been wiped from the face: just a flat empty lot with a for-sale sign. Patti and I and Scott had a fine dinner at my cousin's, Mary and Steve King, in West Hartford, and we also drove over to Sharon in northwestern Connecticut for a walk along the Housatonic River and lunch with another cousin, Jon Stoddard. His daughter, Kristi, lives in Seattle, and before we left Seattle, Kristi sheepishly admitted to us, now that she and Ramsey had a house with lots of wall space, that she wouldn't mind a head, if Uncle Hank had any extras lying around. So we left Barrett the Bighorn with Jon, to ship out to her.