Circle Lanes
Dear Friends and Family, My father, Mario Panagrosso, told me stories of how he’d take the streetcar from Olive Street in New Haven, where he lived, to East Haven, Connecticut. There he’d hunt for mushrooms, which grew in the forest. East Haven, at that time, was mostly farms and forest. At least from the way he’d tell it. He was just a boy then. He was acquainted with an older man, one of … Read more