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Jonathan Pettibone Tavern
I would like to tell everyone about
the hauntings of this old establishment . . . about the quaintness of the tavern's rooms . . . about the strange oil painting
in the lobby. I would also like to show you the interviews with the employees of the tavern, as well as management.
But I can't. When I arrived at the tavern in Simsbury, Donna and I went inside to have dinner and drinks and were going
to enjoy the ambiance of the old place, asking questions of the server to hear the stories of the hauntings firsthand.
As we waited for the table, I introduced myself to the manager on duty and told him of my interest to present his establishment
here in order to explain some of the history of the place. His first words to me were literally, "My only question would
be, 'What's in it for me?'"
I was flabbergasted and responded that free publicity and more exposure
would be a perk right up front, to which he responded, "This tavern is already featured on quite a few other websites.
I would much rather have you come in here, sit down to dinner, and spend a couple of hundred dollars." Needless to say,
Donna and I decided that this rude manager and his haughty manner were not worth the time and effort to delve further into
the story of Jonathan Pettibone, no matter how interesting. It's a shame, really, that he was so condescending.
The two hostesses looked genuinely excited at the prospect of answering questions about their personal experiences there at
the tavern.
Donna and I walked out and departed the beautiful old place, determined
to never return, even if the ghosts start tap-dancing on the tables.
Barry A. A. Dillinger
November 21st, 2004
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