I put these pictures of the former Warburton Inn in our Talcottville newsletter this time. It makes me muse over how my appreciation of old buildings has changed for the better over the years. As a kid, I was an ace at rock throwing at abandoned buildings' windows. Not maliciously or habitually, I just didn't think it was hurting anyone (except me, if I got caught). This wonderful brick inn, with a chimney in each corner was built by Warburton, an English immigrant in about 1810. It must have had great echoes in the walls of being his house, then a quarters for his mill workers, then a stop on the old Boston Road, housing itinerants of all kinds in the heyday of the industrial revolution. There is an old story that Warburton early on, when his mill had a particularly good season, would keep an open keg of something out in front for all to sample. Now there's a friendly place! Makes me sad that they tore it down, bricks, echoes, broken windows and all in 1962.