To get through this stretch of Belle Plaine, drivers must brave twin brick ornaments, one on each side of the street like the entrance to what would be a subdivision a few miles to the west, as safe as a toddler’s rubber spoon and usually named for whatever natural feature they tore down to make the subdivision. » Read the rest of this entry «
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