Lately, I've been parking my car at Salem Methodist Church and jogging various routes in the surrounding area.
No matter which particular route I decide on, I always run past Frigate Lane.
There is something about the word frigate that makes me want to repeat it over and over and over again. I envision myself stomping as I holler, "Frigate, frigate, frigate!" It's almost therapeutic, really.
Click here for the pronunciation in case you missed all the opportunities above.
Clearly, I need to get out more.
Thanks for your patience as I reveal the inner workings of a very addled brain that attempts to provide entertainment on long, boring runs by poking fun at otherwise innocent words on signs.
Have a wonderful weekend.