Some stop signs are just there.
And some stop signs scream out for you to obey them.
On a recent walk around the blocks surrounding the Little Bitty in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I came up short at one particular marked street corner.
Past the shouting red instructions was further barriers. They were orange and white. They protected a drainage ditch of some sort. It looked as if it had partially sunk onto itself.
Ellie B would have investigated more if I had not kept a tight leash.