The Grey Squirrel barroom is well-disguised, but the spirits live on.
This wasn’t a family venue. It was Burlington’s de facto truck stop.
Long, shady roads to nowhere tend to stoke our collective imagination.
Sometimes wet spots are actually desirable.
Meet the woman who ran the town’s WWII ration stamp system. You’ve never heard of ration stamps? You must be a youngin.
See, there was this big house with fancy garden terraces. And it was used as a function hall.
A glimpse into life in Oakridge Forest.