I’ve always wanted one like would be in a TV sitcom kid’s room, the ones that just say “STATE” in a totally safe, generic “we’ll never tell what state the Cleavers live in” way.
They used to have the concession rights to the Illinois Tollway Oases. The ones that straddle the highway, and you could sit and look out the window at the traffic running under you. I loved going there, when I could get to Chicago.
The Tommy Bartlett Sea Sky and Stage show in Wisconsin Dells had people that stuck a damn bumper sticker to every car in the parking lot, whether you wanted one or not. You saw them everywhere.