For more than a quarter century, this was the month when the Italian Festival ruled Saugatuck.
The annual fair drew thousands of people — Italians and every other background. They came from Westport, the rest of Connecticut and as far as Brooklyn. They rode Tilt-a-Whirls and Ferris wheels. They bought knickknacks, and played games of chance no one could ever really win. They enjoyed entertainment — Johnny Maestro was a regular performer — and ate food, food, food. Pizza. Sausage and peppers. Fried dough. (And — this being a carnival — tons of other food too. Jasmine — the Chinese restaurant across the street — was a longtime favorite.)