Pictured below is the Brookhaven Association, Inc. Meeting Hall.  This is where the Zoning CEASE and DESIST order was posted on July 18 of 1997, with bright yellow warning tape being strung across every entrance, roadway, and walkway of Brookhaven.

   A parable to Brookhaven Association, Inc. in a military setting would go something like this: We have new orders from above…Chop off your arms Private Brookhaven! / Yes Sir Master Chief! (chop-chop). / Now USMC Private Brookhaven, pick up your rifle and fall in! / But sir it hurts, I’m bleeding and I have no use of my arms stowed in my back pack. / Fall in anyway Private Brookhaven / Yes Sir! /   Now USMC Private Brookhaven, chop off your legs, Cease, and Desist! / Yes Sir Master Chief! (chop-chop)……

Master Chief Sir, something’s wrong with Private Brookhaven he’s not moving… / Yes I know, just pick up the corpse and dress it like a scarecrow, then bark orders at it to satisfy the brass.

 The only difference is; in the USMC they know when they have a man down.

  Pictured below is the public bulletin board, which illustrates the Brookhaven public road map and recreation area.

  The structure in the picture below was a hotdog stand built by the developer and sold off.  The stand was last operated in 1973, and permanently closed by 1974.  The name of the stand was Rusty's, the remnants of its bright yellow fluorescent lighting can be seen under the eaves. This once brightly lit area was the center of activity as hundreds of members and visitors gathered here in Brookhaven's prime time, prior to the great legal quest to decimate Brookhaven and its members.

 Watch your step, one of many Brookhaven human hazard holes (Pictured below).

   Vandals have destroyed much of Brookhaven's uninhabited and abandoned structures. Brookhaven's maintenance equipment was stolen or plundered.

 Pictured below is the lady's room at Brookhaven's shutdown meeting hall.

   Seen in the photo below is broken pavement caused by a garbage truck. Since the town dump closed, several sanitation companies serve Brookhaven's isolated residents. When we were children in the early 1970s, this road was smooth and new; from the beach to the restroom we walked on this road bare foot in the heat of summer, stopping along the way to cool our feet in the grass. We were given the illusion that all the roads in Brookhaven would be smooth like this one as the development filled to capacity.

Pictured below is Lakeview Drive with storm-water that regularly erodes this crumbling road, flushing its contents into Brookhaven Lake. Brookhaven's developer made many promises, including the promise that over time the roads would improve greatly as the multitude of investors settle in the new development.

   Pictured below is a storm drain within sight of Brookhaven Lake. Brookhaven's dilapidated infrastructure spews a rich blend of nutrients into Brookhaven Lake. These nutrients overload the natural balance of aquatic plant life, lending rapid growth to algae/plant life, however when these plants and algae die and begin to decay in the warm summer water, they rob the dissolved oxygen from fish, causing an anesthetized fishery of slow stupid and unwary fish. When the level of oxygen drops too low, hundreds of fish turn up dead and create the foul odor of death all around Brookhaven Lake, especially downwind in a mild breeze.            

   Pictured below: Once upon a time a paved road in a private neighborhood residential subdivision; now the crumbling ruins of a Massachusetts condemned family campground. The one and only thing in Brookhaven that reflects an inkling of a neighborhood residential subdivision is the unfair and endless West Brookfield residential real estate tax demands.

Back of the bus, no...

Paid for a ride on the bus; now kicked out and forced to push the bus, and the maniacal operators have no license.

  Ka-bash! Pictured below is a deep wheel bursting/metal bending hazard hole, caused by poor drainage on the dilapidated Lakeview Drive. Much of Brookhaven is affected this way. Purchasing a new vehicle is a fools game while dwelling in the abandoned Brookhaven infrastructure. A four wheel drive truck can easily become stuck in Brookhaven.

   Back in the early 1970s, the area pictured below had a water slide, and the grassy area at the water's edge was once a sandy beach.

  Pictured below are the remnants of Brookhaven’s private beach adjacent to the public meeting hall.  In the late 1960s early 1970s, hundreds of people gathered here on summer holidays and weekends, with contests for children, potluck suppers, and a band in the evening. To keep order in Brookhaven’s heyday they had appointed a legal constable for patrolling the members only private development, they had a lifeguard on duty sitting on a tall wooden lifeguard chair painted white and located in the center of the beach. Brookhaven members were given membership cards to identify themselves as privileged members. The hills were lighted and alive with hundreds of campers and campfires everywhere throughout the new development. As others had built homes in Brookhaven, multitudes chose to set up camp until they could afford to build a home (they were soon swindled out of this dream).

In order to participate in West Brookfield's politics with Brookhaven's rotting carcass festering with liability; one must posses a cast iron stomach, or be a wandering wool-covered carefree fool.