Yeah, it's that bad.

Occasionally, very occasionally, Paul and I will venture west of Oak Street, brave Rosedale Hwy, and go shopping at the giant strip mall in White Flightville.  I know it has a name, but I couldn’t think of it, so I told Paul we needed to come up with a nickname for the area and in a flash Paul came up with the perfect name.

We’re going to call it the Gaza Strip.