Me too! I'll always remember one vacation my wife and I took to Danville, Vermont. There was this old three story hardware store, the kind with squeaky wood floors.
It was like going back in time. The owner hands me a paper sack and a pencil, said just write price on outside of bag.
After 3 floors I had filled the bag. He looks down all the numbers and gave price. Since everything ended in 9 ($.49, $5.99) it was fast. Added up rounded, subtracting quantity.
We started talking about horses...so he hands us a key "check out my barn next door", like a museum of wagons, sleighs, etc.
Talk about trusting!
Danville is a nice town, Vermont has a few of them if you get away from the tourist areas. I went on a bike ride years ago and went through Granby, which is the only town I've ever been in which really did have a dirt road main street.
Years ago I spent about 6 weeks in a hotel in Island Pond... it was built over a river in the 1850's and still had that old world feel to it; big old hardwood floors and the bathroom was right down the hall. Every night when I got in I expected to see Matt Dillion walking down the hall to see Miss Kitty, it was that kind of place.
The owner, Bernie, was 78 YO and did all of the cleaning himself; he couldn't find anybody who would do it to his standards. He also had a skidder and somebody running it, but when he got done cleaning the rooms he'd go out and fell trees for the operator. He was trying to sell it at the time and apparently did; when I called about staying there the following year all that I got was a voicemail and it took me a week just to find out that they didn't want me to stay there because of my dog.
That year I stayed in another town, and it turned out to be where the last "Phish" concert was held. I had left for the weekend but when I got back heard all sorts of stories.