During a rather lengthy drive up north, I found myself in a tiny town, Foleyet. As the story goes, the town was to be named Foley, but as there was already a town named Foley, the Post Office refused to accept that name. The townspeople, wanting to pay tribute to the town's founders, would say, "We'll get it named Foley yet." Allegedly, the name stuck.
Initially, I thought this concrete tower was to hold water for steam engines. However, I've since been informed that was not its purpose.