The Burlington Northern and Santa Fe railroad does not actually go to Santa Fe, and it appears that it never has.
The town of Mount Dora Florida does not have any feature even vaguely resembling a mountain (I suppose the name could mean another thing entirely, but, best not go there).
As a kid with a grandfather who was Welsh, I was genuinely confused about the dish Welsh Rabbit. Wait, what? It’s just cheese on toast? No rabbits were harmed in the making? Ok…
Good sir, if you’re going to call out a man of 1/4 Welsh heritage on the proper name of a Welsh dish, at least have the good etiquette to click my ‘reply’ link, quote or ‘@‘ me so I am alerted to reply and defend my Welsh honor. I see @kenobi_65 and @Thudlow_Boink have done so in my stead, and I thank them for it.
Eh, not really. As @Thudlow_Boink pointed out, the entire name seems to have been pretty much a joke, including the ‘Welsh’ part, meant as a pejorative, not necessarily a country of origin: “Poor man’s” rabbit.
In any case, I think we can all agree that it’s a pretty confusing name
The railroad line that goes through the town where I grew up was historically called the Atlantic, Tennessee, and Ohio Railroad. It’s approximately 40 miles of track, entirely in western North Carolina. It’s nowhere near the Atlantic Ocean, Tennessee, or Ohio. I feel like 19th century railroad companies liked to give themselves very ambitious names. (Nowadays, the line is just a pretty minor Norfolk Southern branch line, although there has been talk of using it for commuter trains between Charlotte and its northern suburbs.)
On a completely different note, I never found red delicious apples to be particularly delicious.
You could see the Santa Cruz Mountains to the west, if there weren’t all those buildings in the way, which there weren’t when the town was named. The Santa Cruz Mountains to the west plus the Diablo Range to the east form the Santa Clara Valley, which today doesn’t seem very valley-like unless you can get an unobstructed view.