There’s always that first sign which kind of got you started. You hadn’t ever noticed it before, on your casual route to and from point A to point B. But there it had been all along. Tall, broad and usually with some sort of official emblem or a Greek looking filligree that made it look old and staunchly official. Without much warning, you pull over and come to a screeching halt (typically scaring the crud out of your passenger or other motorists) while spinning your car into a jaunty “I meant to do that” kind of angle.

The signage had lots of writing and as you read it you slowly start to realize that it’s describing something which happened, right here, on the ground you’re standing. And it’s pretty cool sounding, too. Some battle between dimly recognizable generals or local leaders. Names that, in your time and place, are now attached to cities and counties nearby. Continue reading →