Day 6 - Piggy's Last Day

It's a sad day here in Connecticut as the pig has passed on to Rhode Island - the runt of the New England litter. Before piggy left we took him through the capital (Hartford) and showed him the sights. We could have had him pose in front of each insurance building in the city (Hartford is the de facto Insurance Capital of the World) but really, who cares?

First stop was the historic Mark Twain house, where the author penned his famous novels, thereafter making grade schoolers miserable for years to come (until the advent of Cliff Notes, anyway). Actually one of those trivia things they show before movies recently told me that Tom Sawyer was the first novel to ever be typed on a typewriter. True story.

Here's piggy posing around the house:







Next up, the memorial to soldiers from Hartford who gave their life in the war for the Union (that's the Civil War to you Rebs - you know, the one WE WON):









And lastly, our capital building, which was clearly built by Russians:





There was little time left for sight-seeing after that as we had a long trek down to the Rhode Island shore to meet up for the handoff.

I'll miss that little bastard!