My street goes east and west. As you approach the western end of it you see some white Christmas lights in the yard of the house on the north-south street right at the conjunction of the T.
These sweet little lights are strung around an enormous rock at the edge of the lawn.
That rock hasn't always been there. But a few years ago a young man exercising questionable judgment decided he would drive really, really fast late at night. And by the time he realized that the street runs out, it was too late. His vehicle wound up zooming across the yard and plowing through the wall of the house at the T.
Not long after that, a few landscaping changes appeared around that house, including the huge rock. It looks like it would stop a tank. Or at least it would stop a car-driving teenager who has been drinkiing beer.
But maybe the next kid will see the Christmas lights and take it as a sign from above that maybe it would be a good idea to slow down.