This evening Kimberly and I were in downtown Greenville with Kimb's brother Mike and his girlfriend. We walked by the Reedy River and generally had a good time. As I drove by a pay parking area, I read a sign calling attention to the "River St. Lot." I thought about the sign for a bit, wondering what historic twist had led somebody to name a river up here Saint Lô. At last it clicked: I had been looking at the River Street lot. Brains are funny, but people are stupid. Or I could blame the Firewater IPA I had at Barley's earlier.