Of Mansions, Musicians and Moviemakers

From the Editor

Photograph by Bob Capazzo

April is here. Buds and blossoms are bursting out all over the place. And so is Moffly Publications with its new atHome magazine launched this month.

As you know, we used to have a quarterly section called atHome, but it ended up so fat that we felt it was confusing to the reader. We needed to break it out on its own. So here it is, polybagged with our town magazines for subscribers and on the newsstand for others. I think you’ll feel that editor Victoria Lieber, a young woman filled with energy and ideas, has done a terrific job.

On to our April issue with its traditional focus on real estate. Because annual statistics are so widely available from the Greenwich multiple listing service, we decided not to go into the bit about how many houses were bought and sold around town last year. Rather, we concentrate on the changing face of Greenwich, our new streetscapes, some for better, some for worse. Writer Bill Slocum has done a whale of a job covering the territory, as has Nancy Ruhling, a writer new to us, who shows us how high-end modular homes here are beginning to rival their stick-built neighbors. In fact, Greenwich has been a pioneer in this phenomenon, says a major modular manufacturer.

It’s all in the name of progress — as is a piece on “green” houses. Not the kind you put flowers in, but the kind that are built to be energy efficient. Local architects tell us this is something their clients are beginning to take a serious interest in.

Rounding out the real estate in this issue, we have a profile of Thomas Stacy, whose mastery of the English horn took him all the way to the Grammy Awards in California this past winter, plus an article on nonfiction filmmaker Michael Schlossman of Red Dog Entertainment. And is he ever entertaining, bringing his childhood heroes — the cops, soldiers and fighter pilots — right into our living rooms.

When I learned that the name of his company was inspired by his two large golden retrievers, a breed of dog so popular in Greenwich these days, I can remember forty-three years ago when we Mofflys were among the people in town who owned one. His name was Charlie. He was huge, dark red, wonderful with baby Jonathan and his friends, and brilliant in the duck blind. We got him as a puppy from the champion breeder Torchy Flinn, who lived by the edge of the reservoir way out on North Street. There, with an audience of elderly goldens cheering him on from the porch, Torchy taught Charlie how to bring in ducks and taught Jack how to give him hand signals. Like many humans, Charlie was happiest when he was working — and very proud of himself.

Enjoy the sunshine — and happy reading.