There's one phrase a Ferrari dealer never hears from a potential customer: "Ferrari? What's a Ferrari?" Marques such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, and Maserati are so embedded in mainstream culture that their dealers never have to introduce an unfamiliar but exorbitantly expensive set of wheels to their prospects.

There's one phrase a Ferrari dealer never hears from a potential customer: "Ferrari? What's a Ferrari?" Marques such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, and Maserati are so embedded in mainstream culture that their dealers never have to introduce an unfamiliar but exorbitantly expensive set of wheels to their prospects.

Trees. All I could see from Route 44 was trees. Many, many trees. How many trees? Exactly 251.1 million maples, hickories, pines, hemlocks, ashes, and oaks of all colors, with trunks 5" or greater in diameter, according to an online survey I later found on the Web. Once you get away from I-95 and the coast, Connecticut seems to be one large forest, its towns peeking out from barely adequate clearings. And not just "seems"—the same online survey says that 57% of the Constitution State's 3,205,760 acres are officially classified as "forest."

It's always good to tear into a good steak with Tor Sivertsen, Conrad-Johnson's main marketing man.

It's always good to tear into a good steak with Tor Sivertsen, Conrad-Johnson's main marketing man.

It's always good to tear into a good steak with Tor Sivertsen, Conrad-Johnson's main marketing man.

It's always good to tear into a good steak with Tor Sivertsen, Conrad-Johnson's main marketing man.

It's always good to tear into a good steak with Tor Sivertsen, Conrad-Johnson's main marketing man.

It's always good to tear into a good steak with Tor Sivertsen, Conrad-Johnson's main marketing man.