I want it to be 1968 and I look forward to school starting again at Sunset Ridge. I want to play with my Barbies, pet Ginger the cat, and get some donuts at Fred Yankus' bakery in Hartford after Mass. Dad and I don't tell Mom that we do this and wipe the incriminating powdered sugar from our lips in the rear-view mirror.
Well, I can still have a nice cup of tea in the cup I used way back then. I think I'll go do that.
The market pictured was actually in an historic neigbhorhood in Raleigh, NC, where Bruce and I recently took a day trip. But in my mind's eye, it can be right back in Connecticut, in 1968, where there was once a similar place.