Why Is This Never Talked About?” — The Day Jay Found the Office

Greasy Grove, Ohio once sold pure wonder. In the mid-1960s, the park’s owner, Otto, signed programs and melted worries with a grin. By the early 1970s, Otto faded—retired, ill, or something else—no one could say. In 1976, a new hire named Jay Walker drew the least glamorous assignment: clean the underground tunnels.

Down there the walls sweated, and every service door was red—except one. A yellow panel with a stiff handle, locked. After closing, Jay passed again. The yellow door stood cracked open. Inside: Otto’s office, perfectly preserved. Dust traced the desk, but the chair legs were clean. Then Jay saw it: a bookshelf on casters, barely ...