Comic books, soda fountains, baseball cards, camaraderie. Where did the “drugstore” scene go?
Meet Cabral’s Farm, now called Sparhawk Drive.
Burlington prepared daily for a Soviet airstrike that never came.
Meet Stylianos Rahanis. A shame you’ll never meet his farmhouse.
Many, many childhood adventures began with George Neilsen.
Six-wheel-drive runabouts from the Banana Splits show were available right here.
The little abandoned garage, razed for the Holly Glen neighborhood, had a story behind it.
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.