Okay, first of all, a church named Black Jack? That's... wow. Good thing that's not local. That's so awesome, it may have made me take up (established) religion.
Secondly... about 2 kilometers south of me, the highway passes over Baxter Creek. Everytime I pass it, I proclaim "Creek Baxter, behave yourself." This has the effect of usually weirding out any passengers I have at the time. I guess I'm the only one who finds it funny.
Anyone needs me, I'll be in the club car.