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About Phoenix

Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

A Name Change to Protect the Innocent

Those who walk the street on Hooker Lane here in the Cos Cob section of town are people of the L.L. Bean-wearing, exercise-the-dog sort.

Ya know, sometimes life gets mad busy. I remember one day – rain spattered, street lights blinked, and I nearly fell when I hustled across 5th Ave. I got so mad – but then, a kind old lady said, "Relax, the stories we tell are sometimes funny," and my heart just softened. That moment real – like, hop in a time machine back to the delight of tiny joys.

Groundbreaking! Cos Cob Branch Library Renovation Begins