Loosely related to the previous post, but far less depressing:
As many of you know, when not having health crises, we usually go up north every other weekend, where we have a camper parked in a campground, right on the trail system and full of fellow ATVers. (Behold the copious commas. Damn.) One of the first things we do when we arrive is hang out our sign.
It says: BELLE REVE
It amuses the hell out of my family, and the rule is: NO explaining the sign. Superman fans—or more specifically Smallville fans—will get it and others won’t.
Most people think we’re being pretentious and naming our “summer home” as wealthy people tend to do and try to translate it. I think we’ve only had two people all year get it right away and laugh. The campground owner only lasted a day or two before Googling it—he’s the only one there with internet access—an act of cheating that seriously ticked off the short kid.
So that’s one of the small things we Staceys do to amuse ourselves. :groucho:
(For those scratching their heads—“Belle Reve” is an asylum for the criminally insane.)