There is a time and place for the 4-way stop. Perhaps a lonely intersection in the country where to winding highways meet. A quiet residential area where a couple through-streets come to cross. Maybe in a place where civilized people can be counted on to follow simple rules to avoid a breakdown in the social order.
Harrisburgia is not this place. There are two 4-way stops that must go for two very simple reasons...
I decided to write the conclusion to this menage in four forthcoming entries:
4-way #1: The Plugged Stool
4-way #2: The Escape Hatch