I’ve also been to both. And I discovered that there’s a tiny street in Toledo Spain called Calle de Toledo de Ohio. Is there a street in Toledo Ohio that’s named after Toledo, Spain?
Haven’t read the whole thread- I’m goofing around on my e-reader (not a kindle, but looks a lot like one). I’ve had it a while but just fixed a stupid problem that made it hard to surf.
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My mother had told me that when she was a kid (back in the '20s) there was a teacher named Helen Stay. You guessed it . . . “Go to Helen Stay.”
And when I lived in NYC, and my parents drove to visit me, my father would say, “We enjoyed Intercourse on our way here.”
And along the way, there were signs reading “SCOTRUN,” which of course everybody pronounced “scrotum.”
Thanks everyone for jumping in with place name stuff. I’ve been quite entertained.
My prescription: go listen to Jon Stewart (the most trusted name in fake news) on Fresh Air. FCM and Missy - he talks a lot about the rally - first 9 minutes or so. I’m listening to it in the background.
I’m guessing: not.
Thanks for letting us know, Spec. Sad story.
swampy: Prayers and good thoughts for JDD’s brother and OYKW.
Heh. Thanks for stopping by, Kyla. Koprivshtitsa reminded me of my favorite Mexican place name: Cuajinicuilapa. (Kwa-hee-nee-kwee-lah-pah). Totally fun to say as well. My grandmother was born there (her parents were passing through at the time).
This made me giggle.
Tired. Have been planning Halloween decorations for the park. (Big shopping list.) Need to crawl into bed early and get a reasonable amount of sleep.
Back later.
GT
I’ve been to Koo Wee Rup, Won Wron, Jindivick, Woori Yallock, Yackandandah, Nar Nar Goon, and Poowong, but I’ve never been to Mount Buggery.
The standard joke in Paducah, KY is that the city is located halfway between Possum Trot and Monkey’s Eyebrow. I’ve been to both.
Made it to Lima after getting up at the butt crack of dawn and travelling all day. There is an Applebees in just across the parking lot where I took myself to for supper. As I was finishing up dinner two off duty employees came in and sat in the next booth down from me…I ended up listening to about 15 mins of them and various other on duty staff members talking about drinking and drugs binges and who’s father still thinks she is a virgin and where they partied on Saturday night and that there were no “hotties” in tonight. Note to self: Never go to Applebees again no matter how convenient it is. I am wondering if making a complaint is worth while…
Anyways I have to be all perky and chirpy and cheery tomorrow so I had better get to bed. Night all!
We used to have the same kind of thing for handguns so it sort of makes sense. 
And then you get to scoop him up and pour him into the car to take home. Consider bringing a tape recorder - people coming out of sedation can be amusing. 
Be sure that Jello isn’t cherry. Lime or lemon is safest. (Apparently enough red dye from red, orange or purple Jello can stay behind to stain things in there. Ick!)
I’m not 100% thrilled with my costume for the Ren Faire this year. It rather resembles Tom Sweeney, legendary doorman at the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco. (Except the ruff and red pants.) But such is life when they don’t have the uniforms done until dress rehearsal. At least I get to carry an eight-foot halberd, which, while not exactly sharp, it is quite capable of causing severe injury.
Wish I could have it at work tomorrow to fend off the auditors.
Always good advice. The food is on the worse side of indifferent and the staff are well, interesting. My experiences have given me the impression that Applebees hires from prison work rehab facilities. I’m sure there are one or two sane and socially competent people in the corporation somewhere, but I haven’t met them. We once had an experience bad enough to warrant a written complaint, and they punished us with a free meal.
Saint-Louis-du-Ha! Ha!, Quebec.
I was always taken with Tidioute, PA - just upriver from Fagundus.
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A friend of mine started working in the local court of justice (which also covers those functions JPs perform in the US) when we were in high school. I remember her telling us about this girl who’d come to get emancipated and marry some dude, and my friend would have guessed her at 22 at least, which left her all 
when she heard about the emancipation bit… only, the girl was 13. My friend was still in shock a couple of days later, both at the girl’s looks and at the notion of someone 1) wanting to get emancipated at 13 and 2) in order to get married, which to us at the time sounded like trading one bond for another. Several of us had boyfriends (and every one of those ended up marrying that particular guy), but even the ones who weren’t planning on college wanted to have a couple of years between finishing high school and getting married.
There is an order of nuns which is dedicated to having and keeping homes/hostelries where people can stay to perform Ignatian Exercises and other retreats. It was founded in 1928 by Father Pedro Legaria, who was born in Tudela, the town where I grew up. The Spiritual House in Tudela is on P. Legaria Street; this used to stand for “Padre Legaria” (Father Legaria) but now that we’re not just a-confesional but often anti-, it stands for “Pedro Legaria”. As the nuns point out, City Hall had it easy for that change, as they didn’t even need to change the signs. But many people who don’t know about his work think that the period and space are a typo, or a spot, and that the street is named Plegaria - Prayer Street. Which, again, is quite an appropriate name!
My own guess was a “yes”, as those often are linked to the whole “sister cities” thing. According to Google Maps, Toledo, OH has a relatively-small Toledo Avenue: I’m guessing that one’s it, since towns don’t usually name streets after themselves.
Sevilla (Spain) has a Kansas City Avenue (sister cities again), but apparently Kansas City (MO) only has a Seville Plaza, which happens to be a Best Western Hotel.
Up and caffeinating, ready to go to work. A -little- late this morning.
Sorry about your trip to the UK, Rebo, but a belated congrats to your hubby on his GED!
I’m only partially caffeinated - excuse the blurfiness, please. Happy Tuesday y’all!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’.
That’s the extent of my excitement right now.
Morning Mumpers! Irk, then the Booster Club meeting tonight.
I live near Lickey Hills. And I have been to Prittlewell. We have lots of weird placenames over here, far too many to list!
At irk, irked and irksome. New office has blurfage. I has blurfage. It’s weigh day tonight at Fat Club. I am struggling for coherent sentences here.
Rosie’s sig all round!
blurgh. I sneezed all day yesterday. And not those little lady-like sneezes, but big, wracking snnezes. All day long. Benedryl at bedtime and I wake up with cottonmouth. blurgh.
My mini horse Peanut has to stay in a dry lot with no grass, because he has something sort of like horse diabetes. He’s been escaping so I worked on the paddock this weekend until I got it Peanut-proof. Now he’s standing there miserably, whinneying at me because he’s lonesome. I put the paddock next to the bog horses’ water trough so he’d have some company throughout the day, but I may have to buy him a companion. But I don’t want a 4th horse!
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Pity we have to use the cards to get in and out of the building and it gets tracked, because I’m bored shitless. 41 minutes till Quit O’Clock and I’m still not allowed to do any work…