I just got back from a long weekend in Indianapolis. The Fruit of the Murphy Loins are so busy this summer we couldn’t find a week to get away, so we had to go for the long weekend. It’s always fun to get away and nice to come home. The only down side was after not having comment spam for months, I came back to some pill pushing jerks leaving 34 comments.
On the way home I noticed a sign for the exit “Little Point”. There are a lot of exits that should be so labeled, but I guess Indiana has the gumption to actually do it. Not quite as good as the last exit before going west over the old Dumbarton Bridge whose sign said: “A Street Downtown”. Does it really matter? If you want to go downtown, go here. OK, it was A as in the letter, but as you drove by it wasn’t the easiest thing to figure out. Or my favorite, the Exit Without A Name in Colorado (I was ready for it the second time we passed it):
I’m willing to bet the Governor was called in to decide whether it should say “No Name” or just be left blank.
One last non-trip tidbit: The neighbors who watched our dog thought the way he goes up and down stairs was so funny, they invited another neighbor over to watch. Trooper must have been showing off, because the other neighbor promptly fell down the steps just watching him. Thankfully, she wasn’t hurt.
