Thursday, March 24, 2011

Today's blog is a lesson on New York culture. You may ask, "WHY?" and my answer would be that I feel a responsibility to my viewing public to educate as well as entertain.
(In otherwords...it's been a long and rather bleak winter and I am hard up for traveling pictures.)

Today, I would like to teach you about the very happy and well taken care of Police Department in the State of New York. In order to keep them fat and happy, they have put Donkin Donuts on every corner, in every convenience market, in every Walmart (almost) and many other strange and unusual places. The following picture was taken in the Village of Mexico which we drive through every weekend. (Yes, there is Greece, Egypt, Chili [pronounced Chiilii...long i sounds in both syllables....seriously] and Mexico among many other exotic places which I cannot at the moment remember. Notice how nice the building is...much better than any other fast food buildings around.

Now if you happened to miss one, you can often find directions to the next nearest one. Yes, even on the freeway. Oh, wait a moment, it is NOT free here, in fact there is a toll. They are quite honest about it though, and call it a Thruway instead of Freeway. But, if you will look very carefully, the thruway sign letting the weary traveler know where the nearest food is has Dunkin Donut first on the list. Yes, it ranks above both Subway and McDonald's.
If you happen to be traveling by air, they also accomidate you at the airport. This is at the Rochester Airport, to be exact. (And yes, I did have a donut while there.)

We have never seen so many Dunkin Donuts anywhere else on the globe. Being that this is Maple country, in fact last weekend was the State Maple weekend, maple frosted has become our favorite donut.


They make it clear that everyone from all walks of life (not just law enforcement) are welcome and do come to Dunkin Donuts. (I believe there is even a state law about it....just kidding. I actually have no idea.)

And in case you find yourself at a door and cannot remember where you are, just look at the lovely doornob and suddenly a smile will come to your face and you will remember you are soon to become a very happy donut eater.

I have now decided to show you some of the other N Y signage (that high fullootin' vocabulary word, though probably not spelled right, is for our dear friend and my English mentor, John. He'll be so proud!)



There are two kind of signs telling you that Amish buggies use this road. I have not gotten a picture yet of my favorite one, but this one is most prevelent. It kind of looks like a four wheeler pulled by a horse to me, and often makes me smile. I am easily amused.

Just before we saw this next sign, we saw an 104 year old grandma driving a tracker. No wonder they put signs up to beware. She was really cute, though this sign looks much more like farmer Jones than Grandma Moses.

I may not be well educated, although I do have a Master's Degree, but this school bus sign always makes me laugh. I do not ever remember seeing one like this until we got to NY. It looks to me like someone hit it on the back with a big, red paint ball splat. They are all over so if it was hit by a 'fun loving' paint baller, he got them all.

Yes, they have signage for all situations and people. This one is right down the highway as soon as you enter Mexico.
If you happen to be looking for a student..... turn left here. (I think he too, got shot by the mystery paint baller, this time with white instead of red.) This was in Oswego. Not OFF WE GO.

There are many of these next signs on our three and 1/2 hour trip each weekend to Ogdensburg. This one was right in the middle of town...

Others on the highway....this is apparently not a one way crossing.

And in the country.....

And if you are like me, a little brain dead and are not sure what kind of a sign you need or would like to see next, please turn left here.

I do hope you enjoyed today's lesson on the NY culture. It is most fascinating and warrents further research. I will share more as soon as my research is complete.
(I hereby obsolve Elder Phillip D. Guthrie from any embarrassment caused by misspelling on this blog. He is not here to proof it.)