Global CT

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I often feel isolated from the rest of the world out here in suburbia.
I miss being part of the global soup that is New York City.
I long to travel to countries that provide a nice dose of culture shock.

Well yesterday, I was reminded that even though I live in CT, I am still part of the global picture.
That realization hit me at the gas station, when it cost me $70 to fill me tank instead of the $50 it used to two years ago!!!! Libya may be thousands of miles of away, but it's actually connected to my little town of Westport!

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