You must have never been to West Virginia. It would take decades to remove Byrd’s name from everything there. Just about every other road, government building, park, and outhouse is named after the Cyclops.
Raised in Baltimore, a couple of times a year my dad would take us kids to the racetrack in Charleston, then a family-style dinner in Harpers Ferry ... point is, that was decades ago before, as you note, that beautiful state was carpeted in Byrd droppings.