For miles, the signs proclaimed the tale of the Olive Capital of the world (or at least, that my memory of the place is telling me).  In the drive through town, and the miscellaneous side streets, we found it was somewhat difficult to find the visitors' center/tourist information place thingy, but we did stumble across a (the?) city park.  And a car wash run by less-than-stellar looking girls (and even a few guys, but they didn't capture my attention like the former had).

Well, no matter where you go, there you are, in Corning.  That is, as long as you don't go far.	When I saw the "City Pool" sign, I expected a Dough-Boy, but was surprised to see a real pool.