I don't think I could buy a house on a street if I wasn't ready to embrace the name of the street on which it was located. Just today, returning from Easton, I passed a street called Leather Stocking Trail. I mean, seriously? How are you going to explain what a Leather Stocking is when your children want to know?
"Oh, it's like socks. Made of dead cow skin. Arranged in such a manner so that it acts as a path if you ever wanted to follow them to get somewhere."
I recently ran into someone who had visited some family in the Columbus/Gahanna area and asked if Cherry Bottom road was a joke. The rest of the crowd burst into laughter at the mention of "Cherry Bottom". Moreover, do you really want to have to give these directions:
Take Cherry Bottom all the way to the Freedom Ridge, and then just follow Leather Stocking Trail all the way here.
Uh, what kind of party is this again?
In other news, hearing the song "I'm so Excited (and I Just Can't Hide it)" when you are not excited is some form of sick punishment
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