I spent the entire drive home contemplating naming residential developments.
I know, weird. It started when I saw the sign for Poplar Falls. Not only are there no poplars in an area infested with Bradford Pears, but there are no falls. Unless you count the drainage pipe that feeds the water retention pond.
So that got me to thinking: who gets to name the residential developments?
Is there some random name generator like my superhero name: Radioactive Midget (um, really, I’m not short).
Or my Mafia name: Jimmy “the Hips” Costello (I’m a little suspicious here–can they see me?).
On second thought, now it totally makes sense. I passed Falls with no falls, Springs with no springs, a Bluff with no cliffs, and of course, my favorite, Woods, with no trees.
These developers have no moral compass. It starts with a little neighborhood with a fancy name, and before you know it, we have universal healthcare.
another cup of coffee 
I think you think just the right amount.
I just linked your cardinal photo.
You can’t count drainage pipes. Too artificial. That’s how much I think about it.
The namer is the developer subject to approval by the local governing body……. or their representatives like zoning boards and such. Local rules…er…rule.
Of COURSE they have no morals! They’re Capitalists, for Pete’s Sake.
“Pete’s Sake” incidentally was the name of the apartment complex I lived in during my twenties. It was right next to “Gosnold Mews.”
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I live in Golfview Harbour.
No golf, no view, no harbour.
As I recall, my superhero name was “The Charming Tornado.” Uncannily accurate. 🙂
When I saw the name of the development, I thought there was going to be some kind of Harry Belafonte joke. “Day-O! Daaaay-O!”
I passed Falls with no falls, Springs with no springs, a Bluff with no cliffs, and of course, my favorite, Woods, with no trees.
Or a Bellefonte with no Belafonte! Sorry, I just can’t get “Day-O” out of my head 🙂