I HAAATE that damn bumpersticker I see around Austin as much as I haaaate (curses, spits, kicks dirt back with black pumps) the Wall Drug one I see around Rochester, Minnesota. AAAGH@! More than ever. EVAH!
As far as creepish places go, meh. Too many good memories flying about. [Yeah, I hear/feel that stuff like a true freakyfacestrangechick. I also hear the voices in your head, mainly because your face makes them so clear and frightening to me.]
Schaefer mine looks like better hunting for oooky places. I will stop there next time.
*I now see what is meant when my dad says someone is ‘built like a brick sh*thouse.’ I saw one. It was the sturdiest building on the land. All hail the POOP!