Soon to be properly labeled.

The village of Hopwood, Pennsylvania, still maintains a town lamplighter, who is paid 75¢ per diem to flip the switch in the firehall that turns on the sodium-vapor streetlights along the National Pike.

Every year on St. Mavis’ Day, villagers roll a Stilton cheese and a Double Gloucester cheese to the front of St. Mavis’ Church in Curdle, where they are legally married according to the rites of the Church of England.

In Williamsburg, Virginia, it is considered good luck if a goat sits on the bench in front of your house.

The village of Monk’s Wallow is known for its annual Stoat-Labeling Festival, which has been held every year without interruption since it was instituted in a fit of pique by Ethelred the Unready.

No one in Tarlot, Alabama, has worn a kilt since 1996.

In Crystal River, Florida, every year on the anniversary of the granting of the city charter, members of the city council carry an enlarged copy of the town’s first parking ticket in a procession that touches all eight parking meters on Citrus Avenue.

In Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, it is considered atrociously bad manners to refuse a bribe.