"When I was at Yale, I had a lot of inferiority and insecurity. Growing up meant getting out all those anxieties. You'll find most people who work hard -- make a lot of money -- have a psychological drive that forces them onward and up. I'm no different than anyone else."
"Voted, That the streets in the City of New Haven be named as follows, viz.: The street from Captain Samuel Munson's corner to Thomas Howell, Esq.'s shop, State Street. The street from Cooper's corner to Captain Robert Brown's corner, Church Street. The street from Dixwell's corner to Dunbar's corner, College Street. The street from Tench's corner to Andrus' corner, York Street. The street from Captain Samuel Munson's corner to Tench's corner, Grove Street. The street from Bishop's corner to Darling's corner, Elm Street. The street from Rhode's corner to Mr. Isaac Doolittle's corner, Chapel Street..."
"Piano rags filled the air as waiters and waitresses bedecked in Gay Nineties clothing served the libations. A woman in a bear costume mingled with the crowd; a mime 'sang' songs of the era. Outside, a horse hitched to a carriage whinnied in the crisp, winter night. And who was in the carriage, trotting dignitaries up and down the street? Who else but Joel Schiavone, New Haven's flashiest developer, a flamboyant 46-year-old who believes -- and proves -- that showmanship is as much an ingredient of success as business sense."
"[A] prominent trait of his character -- to give the people what they want and demand. Mr. Bunnell's long training with P. T. Barnum has schooled him thoroughly in the art of amusement catering... This is the ninth year of his theatrical management in New Haven, and the years have been successions of triumphs. Mr. Bunnell... is fully equipped to supply the people with the amusements they want, for [he] so thoroughly understand[s] the wants of the New Haven public. The time will come, added Mr. Bunnell, when the Hyperion will be denominated 'The theater of New England.'"
"Louis' Lunch, a tiny 57-year-old city landmark, is threatened with nightmarish fates: having one of its walls removed, being enveloped by a modern building, or, worst of all, being destroyed. The future of the 30-by-30-foot building, which sits in the shadow of the 10-level Temple Street parking garage, has been in question for years. The… Continue reading Tiny Lunch Counter Outfoxed the Wrecker Ball by 48 Hours
"The birthplace of the American hamburger is in danger. Louis' Lunch, a tiny restaurant here where man reputedly first put a chopped steak patty between two pieces of bread, will be replaced within a year or so by a 12‐story medical complex the city says it needs more urgently. Both the city redevelopment agency and… Continue reading Burger Birthplace Faces Bulldozer, by Michael Knight