Y'know, if you drive far enough off of the highway, you can even find giantic antennas that appear to have no social redeeming value. But I'm not sociopathologist, so what do I know?

Do you know the way to Dinne-e-hot-so, fa-la-la-la-lala-la...	This is about 6 minutes before rush hour. (6 minutes later, Mrs. Whitefeather flew by in her Buick.)	This dirt road is of no significance whatsoever... it's not a very good picture, sorry.
Behold, the mighty antenna...!