Remember all that hullabaloo about taking seven tries with the Town of Freeport to get an “acceptable” road name? Tried everything under the sun. Historical names. Made up names. Even the names of ski waxes.
We should have just called our friend Parker.
This sign is near our driveway and — through some bad typography choices — implies that the hill might be a little “less than smart.” And in Parker’s words, it would have made an awesome name for our project and all that has accompanied it during the last 18 months.
“Slow Crested Hill Farm”