Northcrest Way. WTH is a Way? This complex is late 70’s. I think someone dabbled in 1960s drugs…sheesh.
The joys of urban living

I live in a townhouse community where delivery people have a difficult time finding the right unit. Each unit has a marker stone with the name and there’s a letter designating the unit. If I know a delivery is coming, I’ll put a flashing light near the front door. No matter because I still have to search the neighborhood for my stuff or I have to deliver somebody’s stuff. The HOA needs to do something about it but they don’t want to spend money to make it happen. Okay, I prefer not to spend our money!
I live on a Spur. With an absurdly long address.
Oy, I thought I had it bad! Yeesh!

I image woot! already knows the breakdown.
Sometimes I park on a parkway (when there’s really bad traffic…or when I really have to pee, though that one world be on the shoulder). I also drive on my driveway to get into the position where I’ll park.
The post office does insist I use one of those Street Avenue Road type names. However, I live in the woods. ![]()
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(Like the witch in Little Red Riding Hood or in Hansel and Gretel)

We’re livin’ on the edge…

There’s something wrong with the world today
I don’t know what it is
Something’s wrong with our eyes
We’re seeing things in a different way
And God knows it ain’t his
It sure ain’t no surprise, yeah
ring world?
Street
I wish there was one of the woot maps to tell me the commenters by state.
Anyway, I live on the dance floor.



