I remember telling Daughter that when I left Socal I was going to tie a traffic light to my front bumper and drive until someone asked me what the funny-looking yellow thing was. There I would stop, and there I would stay.
Pretty much worked out that way, too.
















































The next county over from where I live does not have a single stop light. I don’t think that there is even a blinking caution light. We did a little research and it might be one of two counties east of the Mississippi without stop lights.