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The Shame of Litchfield County
By Ray Wilcox, Torrington
It was the day of infamy plus two years. The O.D. bus with its green driver stood idling in frigid New England's dark dawn. Cold and foot-stomping in front of city hall stood a motley crew of half-frozen rounders, bounders, paroled cons and foot-pads awaiting boarding for a trip to the Orange Street Armory in New Haven.
Midway in the journey, shouts and directions of the miscreants had the green as grass driver driving in confused circles; and for a time, hopelessly lost in the boondocks of coastal Connecticut. By dint of judicious inquiry, however, the harried driver delivered his loaded load to the Armory, albeit a bit late at 2 p.m. The powers that be at the induction center attested to the fact that not only were the potential defenders of democracy two out of three sheets to the wind, but specimen jars tested 40% alcohol.
Well, time and tide drowns all pride's wounds. And in this year of ‘03 in the land of the free, who cares for Litchfield County's disgrace in ‘44?
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