Vegas was great. Grand openings of luxury hotels were fantastic. Then, there were the little hamlets. One had a bar, a gas-station and a Krogers. At night, the teens brought out their "detroit" iron and leaned, in the Kroger parking lot. That was the recreation there.
That community, at the time, didn't even have a name on the highway.
(Thought, lets send THEM some signs, and make them feel good?)
When you get to the root of the matter, I love this city. Who knows, maybe someone will put signs up to explain the signs that are already there. Someone might build boxes to cover the boxes. Most likely some executive thought of that already.
Compare our hospital, the efficiency of the Police and Fire departments, and the
EMS crews, who do amazing things every day, to XXXXXXXBurg, in so many other states, let alone Ohio, and we have it pretty darn good, in my opinion.
Here, if you ask for directions, someone is bound to assist. It might not be where you want to go, but hey, yano ? So I join Brother Gary Rice and my Adopted Earthly Dad, Bob Rice, and lay down a few choruses of "HAPPY" by Pharrell Williams and pretend we know what those signs all mean
