“Okay, you know where the pawnshop is? It’s right above it, just go to the alley and…”
“Wait, pawn shop?”
“Yeah and there is a record store right next to it, so if you just…”
“Okay, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
” Okay, do you know where the porn shop is?”
“Oh, yeah - is that the alley you’re talking about?”
“Yeah, and there’s a parking lot…”
“Right there behind it, okay yeah - I know that place. Just up the stairs, there, huh?”

So our band subsequently wrote a song called “Everybody Knows Where the Porn Shop’s At.” It’s funky, and I sing falsetto for the chorus. The band I’m with now pulls it out from time to time…

Those people giving you directions may not have actually noticed the porn store, if they are like most direction givers.

the guy looked at me like I was the one that was nuts when I asked “Is the dog still there?”

Since I was from out of state and had never made the acquaintance of the ill-fated big white dog, I didn’t see how I would know which tree he was peeing on when he was hit, unless he was still laying in the street.

I’ve got two porn stores in my town - but considering McLean is home to the prostitutes from DC, thats no surprising.

Oddly, though it’s only a few blocks away and I’ve lived there for nearly 10 years, I’ve never gone inside. (And I’ve gone inside more than one such place in my time, so that’s not it.)

Directions here, well, forget it. “That’s in Bald Eagle Valley,” instead of, you know, an actual town name. Or “You head over Tussey Mountain . . .” and I have to stop them. The Alleghenies are continuous ridges. I’ve lived here for over three years, and other than Mt Nittany, I can’t figure out how they know where one mountain ends and another begins. I know where the Tussey Mtn Ridge is, but Tussey Mountain? What part of the ridge is that? And people here don’t know that directions really mean something, since all the roads are at a 45 degree angle cause that’s the way the mountains run; directions here mean nothing more than what’s printed on the street sign.

On a related matter, it is rather ironic that so much First Amendment law is made by people like Larry Flynt.

Similarly, I don’t think that I would like to commiserate with Ernesto Miranda (who has a rather famous case, Miranda v. Arizona, which bears his name), but his case gave the SCOTUS the opportunity to enunciate an important Constitutional principle.