I need to drive the car (kid left light on and drained battery) so I take an alternate route up through the hills on New Year's Eve day. The road winds through farmlands and long stretches of nothing. Or something. I notice a huge sign: Mama T's, with no building or anything to be seen but the sign. No Mama. No T. Further, I see tubes running relay, tree to tree. A syrup operation, I realize, now dormant. A town sign playfully says, "Free-range Farming Done Here." Look and #smallstories abound