It never fails to amuse me the odd names people give places. I grew up in a rather remote corner of Cow Hampshire, and whoever came up with the town names around us had a severe case of Ruralitis. We had a Bath, a Littleton, a Warren, an East Ryegate (in Vermont, but real close by), a Woodsville, and (my personal favorite) Swiftwater. I once noticed a mountain in upstate New York, near Vermont, called (I kid you not) “Nellie’s Nipple.” (And people say I need to get a life — what about that guy?)
But listening to a Boston radio station, I was reminded of one of the oddest places I’ve ever heard of, one that conjures up the silliest and grossest images I’ve ever envisioned whenever I hear the name.
Can you imagine trying to explain to someone that you’re from the town of Braintree? Ick…