by Melissa Bailey | Apr 16, 2014 5:00 pm | Comments (3)
The first few cherry blossom petals quivered in an icy wind Wednesday, signaling the beginning of an annual explosion of color in Wooster Square.
by Allan Appel | Apr 14, 2014 11:38 am | Comments (2)
Mallory Pellegrino came for the jazz. She stayed for the people.
by Paul Bass | Mar 28, 2014 3:03 pm | Comments (40)
A developer who repeatedly broke a land deal with the city came looking for a bailout—and a chance to grab a six-figure profit that might have otherwise gone to taxpayers.
That “compromise” sounded good to City Hall and to a new elected official named Aaron Greenberg.
by Ike Swetlitz | Mar 20, 2014 8:49 am | Comments (5)
A proposal to bring some 200 luxury apartments to the corner of Chapel and Olive streets hit a snag Wednesday night at the City Plan Commission.
by Gilad Edelman | Mar 12, 2014 8:19 am | Comments (10)
The Board of Zoning Appeals Tuesday evening rejected a proposal to convert buildings owned by a Wooster Square church into apartments, citing concerns about housing density and increased traffic.
by Paul Bass | Mar 3, 2014 6:00 pm
New Haven strip club owners “failed to take reasonable measures” to stop a man from shooting into the crowd and killing 26-year-old Erika Robinson, her estate charges in a lawsuit filed in Superior Court.
by Allan Appel | Feb 27, 2014 9:44 am | Comments (10)
A black entrepreneur built Long Wharf and the walls of our part of the Farmington Canal.
He also had a crazy notion that whites and blacks both had dignity and could work and thrive together.
That was in 1820s New Haven.
by Thomas MacMillan | Feb 20, 2014 3:45 pm | Comments (9)
After days of parking-ban confusion and no sign of city plow trucks in Wooster Square, Bill Iovanne decided to take matters into his own hands—by hiring a private crew to work through the night to dig out the neighborhood.
by Allan Appel | Jan 24, 2014 12:31 pm | Comments (5)
Little is known of Catherine O’Connell beyond this surviving photograph. She appears long-suffering, keeping her own counsel, and perhaps far older than her years, for a good reason: The American version of Downton Abbey, at least in New Haven, was not all smiles, wit, and loyalty to the master, but grueling labor at often humiliating tasks.
by Allan Appel | Jan 22, 2014 9:43 am | Comments (7)
In the brutal cold Tuesday evening, Dan Hartnett discovered that Mr. Jones, the can collector, was gone from his usual spot near the doorway of the High School in the Community. Draped over the fence behind a Water Street overpass he found a pair of snow-crusted blue jeans and two small duffel bags with shaving razors. In one doorway in Wooster Square he found a sleeping bag, a heater, and a slop bucket, frozen over brown.