"To the person who knows the American freeways, their signs read like a litany. 'Right lane must exit.' This 'must exit' has always struck me as a sign of destiny. I have got to go, to expel myself from this paradise, leave this providential highway which leads nowhere." --Jean Baudrillard, _America_For those of us who are still travelling the Parkway to Nowhere (we just ignore those 'must exit' signs), the litany we experience often verges on the bizarre. We'll let you decide where Peoria lies on the continuum from utopia to nowhere; in the meantime, here's our collection of some of Peoria's weirdest:
Rollie's Kountry Kitchen
Kiddie Korner
Kwik Kakes
We'll spare you further examples, but please - fight the good fight! Save the 'C's! Remember - an individual *can* make a difference!
"Okay gentlemen, we still need a name." "How about 'Johnson and Son,' boss?" "It's been done, Johnson, it's been done." "What about 'Burman, Burman, and Fruntzel,'?" "I like it, but it doesn't have much of a ring to it..." "Gosh...let's see....ummmm....how about 'Unruh and Morse'!" "Ahhhh. Yes. That's it. You'll see this in your Chrismas bonus, Unruh."