Parrish The Thought

I was sitting in the passenger seat of my own car. Watching with interest all of the things passing before me as we fled down the highway at 80mph, on our way to get away.

Scattered amongst the sunrise, the mist on the water, the trees lining the side of the road was a green, reflective sign saying Parrish, 20 miles.
Parrish 20mi.
Parrish, perish, pearish, parish. Perish?