I went to a wedding there once. Nice station, church should have had air conditioning. Finished up in a bar in the middle of nowhere where the bride (my cousin) turned up but not the groom. Ended up playing pool in her basement (stop it - not a euphemism) with the lad who drove us home. He was so pissed he could barely hold a cue, which given we had got back through some quite windy roads perplexed me. That's my Philadelphia Experiment anyway