• Fairfield Hills,  Matthew Hunt,  Military ops,  Sandy Hook,  Secret tunnels

    In and around and beneath Fairfield Hills.

      Like Charles Dickens’s Court of Chancery in “Bleak House,” there are some places haunted by a taint of corruption, death and mystery so strong it reeks, no matter how much they’re sprayed with Lysol and presented to the public as prime real estate. A figurative fog surrounds them, obscuring what might be going on within, above, and, in the worst case scenario, beneath. Newtown, Connecticut’s Fairfield Hills is one of these. Obviously, “beneath” in the foregoing sentence refers to the tunnels of which, by now, nearly everyone is aware, unless you’ve been living in a bunker yourself for the past decade. Opened in 1931 as a psychiatric facility and…

  • Fairfield Hills,  Matthew Hunt,  Sandy Hook

    Beyond mortar and marble.

    “What story belonged to this disaster? What loss, besides mortar and marble and wood-work had followed upon it? Had life been wrecked as well as property? If so, whose? Dreadful question: there was no one here to answer it — not even dumb sign, mute token.”– JANE EYRE, Chapter XXXVI, by Charlotte Bronte § Architecture is one of  Connecticut’s few free cultural experiences. A dwindling number can afford to buy their own estates, but anyone can afford to look at one, comment and take pictures. Unless you lack imagination, it’s impossible not to be intrigued by the architecture at the 770-acre, 16-building Fairfield Hills complex, the remains of a former…