Late Night Radio: What's In A Name?

Howdy, folks, and welcome back to the show! I've been wandering the highways and byways, putting a thousand miles down and eating at too many gas stations. Not all subs are created equal.

On the trek to wish grandma a happy 99th in person (you'll be pleased to hear I did not sing “99 bottles of beer on the wall”), the road took me across six states, tall mountains, wide rivers, and past new names.

There's something good about seeing a new set of road signs now and then. It shakes me up, and puts a new flavor in the mug. I wonder about the people who live there, and the men of old who built them.

Who names these places? I rolled by there in the gathering dusk, not trying to annoy the New England drivers, but succeeding. I'm slow around here. They hate me up there. The sign flashed by: Fishkill. I kicked the gas pedal as the orange crush sun yielded to the purple hills. A minivan passed me up the grade.

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