Once upon a time, Cove residents would build a little beach hut each summer. These were temporary structures made with whatever was at hand -- lumber, palm fronds, unexpected gifts from the sea.

Some neighbors to the north, condo owners with beach keys, weren't fans of the huts. A few were torn down, and there was a particularly tense period when someone cemented a "Keep Out" sign into a rock. (Which mysteriously vanished.) (The sign, not the rock.) Eventually, the huts stopped appearing.

ANYway, that's the genesis of the "Hut Road" term, and you can kinda tell how long someone's been living in the Cove by which hut, if any, they remember. The genesis of this particular sign, however, is the universal struggle wherever people have dogs: trying to get owners to scoop the damned poop.

End of history lesson for today.