The Standard

In Alberta (where i’m currently road-tripping with the family), mid way 'twixt Calgary and Drumheller, there's a village called "Standard." While eating lunch in Drumheller, Colleen was flipping through the local paper, which featured a small-story headline that read "Standard Man Killed in Accident" or some such. Not knowing the existence of the village at the time, it seemed like a strange kind of condescension. I mean, the guy's dead; can't you at least pretend he was exceptional in some way?