Lost Nation is the name of a street, or boulevard rather, in the neighboring city. I know of nothing besides a small airport via it. But I grew up with my grandma speaking of the road (can't bring myself to talk about it as a boulevard) quite often. Loss 'n nation, she'd pronounce it. Anyway, I like the sound of it, Lost Nation. I'll never know why she talked about it so much. Maybe she had been a gun smuggler with a private plane. She was ... Sicilian, ya know.