New London Visitors Information I grew up in this little city by the sea. Everyday I walked through its beautiful streets and along its breath-taking rocky beach. Wonderful shingled houses and old lighthouses sang to me songs of hardy sailors, witches of lore lurked within the haunted old buildings and cottages, and Nathan Hale's Little School house fascinated me with legends of the Revolutionary War. I would visit Ocean Beach Park every weekend, eat freshwater taffy, swim in the ocean with my friends, the hermit crabs and jellyfish, and listen to Barbra Mandrell and polka bands on the boardwalk stage. Lights of yachts twinkled beneath the stars; sometimes the P's and I would drive along the misty shoreline, often to visit Mystic or Harkness Mansion. Anything seemed possible, all was wonderful, and nothing out of grasp. It was, by far, the happiest time of my life.
New London is in my blood, in small way. Although I did not live there for very long, my childhood there, where I saw "Jaws" and "Star Wars", where I saw fantastic Trident nuclear submarines at the General Dynamics base in Groton where my Dad worked, where part of me still plays in the sands of the beach.