Sex and Politics

There's this town on the way from Frederick to Hanover, PA.  It's called Littlestown and until now, its only claim to fame was a really seedy looking strip club called Sensations (perpetually "hiring new dancers").  There was an election yesterday.  As I drove up to visit my friend, Stacey, I noticed this campaign sign:



"Damned unfortunate name."  I thinks to meself, thinks I.  I recall seeing this lovely street name in town and connect the two:



I'd always thought what a lovely street address that would be.  Then I saw THIS campaign sign, a little farther down the road:



and that's when I reached for the camera phone.  I mean, I'm sure the Kuntz's of Basehoar Alley are lovely people and all...

"It's pronouced Koontz" they tell me.  Then SPELL it that way, ferpetesakes.    It's not like living in a suburb of Hanover isn't punishment enough.  And why do I suspect that a sheriff named Kuntz would be a bit of an asshole?  Or, close to an asshole, anyway...