On interstate-55, travelling south from Chicago to Normal, IL, you pass over a bridge overlooking a narrow river, and directly before the bridge there is a sign with the inscriptions "Money Creek". Since my first trip down there with my father to tour the campus I've always wanted to steal that sign. I even brought the idea up to my roommate Dan. He wasn't that interested in the idea. It wasn't the legality that turned him off but rather the lack of symbolic worth. I'm sure he would have preferred a sign that read "Hallow Crossing", "Vacant Lot" or "Pass With Care". He was a pretty deep person, despite his typecast as a stoner that most people saw him as. Disregarding him, this was just the sort of fun that grabbed my interest. So on my next trip passing the sign, I mad a pit stop at Money Creek. I pulled over to the side of the road, beside the sign, and opened the hood of the car (for the sake of cover). I walked over to the sign, planted my feet and tried to heave it out of the ground. The sign remained motionless and my back began to ache. The sign's anchors ran far too deep.