“Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.”
Mark Twain
Over coffee, I read an article in the New York Times saying that the museum at Mark Twain’s house would soon close its doors. Two weekends later, I went there to see the place. I had to see it. It’s an incredible Victorian house, in a beautiful spot. Not only that, but it’s the place where Samuel Clemens wrote most of the best work of his career, in a room where he also drank whiskey, smoked cigars, and played billiards. Standing in that room, seeing that desk, it was the next best thing to hanging out with the man. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be in that room, especially since the rumors had it that the place was about to shut down.
I’m happy to report that the museum at Mark Twain’s house in Hartford, Connecticut is not going to close after all. I have that on the authority of the museum itself. They added that, if they do have to close for some reason, they’ll make an announcement on their website. I’m also happy to say that it is a wonderful place, full of history and scenery.