Around the bar at Wayne’s Lanes, a bowling alley in the Vermont village of Canaan, the rumours of people clandestinely slipping across the nearby border from Canada come out in a trickle.
There was the couple spotted walking down a remote road last October, clad in floral shirts and shorts as if they had no idea what to expect from the chill of a New England autumn. The four figures, carrying backpacks, seen crossing a farm field. Others trekking through the forest or waiting by the side of the highway.
