I was in Stamford overnight during my whirlwind tour of the Northeast (1400miles, Maine to Maryland & back). My buddy and I decided we might like an adult beverage and walked over to the convenience store to get a six-pack to take back to the hotel room. No beer on the shelf!!?? [shock] Have to go to a special store!!?? [shock] Even if there was, can't buy it after 8:00pm!!??? [shock] When the store clerk told us (as much as we could understand from his English), we must have looked like somebody just told us the Earth was square. [shock] I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone or on Candid camera (the one where they stopped everybody at the bridge and told them "sorry, Deleware is closed for the day"). [shock] We were glad to get back North of the border. Every time I go over the Kitter/Portsmouth bridge, I get nervous.