Rideshare drivers see some weird things.
And I don’t just mean the horns I saw a passenger don in the back seat a few Friday nights ago.
One drives to a lot of parts of town, which means coming into contact with all sorts of oddities. Personally, lately, that’s been street names.
Check out this neighborhood:
Who are all these Taylors? How annoying is it to have to distinguish between the three when giving directions in the neighborhood? Why did someone feel possessed to name these streets as they did?
And then there’s these:
Not just the normal vegetables. Shallots, chick peas (sic), and celery. Was Watercress Drive taken?
But the best one of them all (or at least of those I’ve found so far) is this subdivision:
There’s a lot going on here. Too much for a paragraph. We’ve got to use bullet points:
- Despite not using all the presidents (there are at least five missing because I had to zoom out too far to fit it in one screenshot, but still, even if this was planned in the early 90’s, and even if I’m missing more, they’ve snubbed upwards of a dozen), they opted to include things like Duty Street and Vigilance Street.
- The concept of the First Lady gets exactly one street, and it’s a dead end.
- The Cabinet gets a drive.
- The White House gets a street?
- All of these are streets. Except for Cabinet Drive and White House, which is simply White House. No lanes. No drives. No courts or circles. These are *streets* (except for the White House), and let you never forget it.
- They included first names, and occasionally initials—but not always. They also referred to Jimmy Carter in the most proper way possible.
- In two instances, they included concepts peripheral to presidencies. The two they chose to include were Fireside Chat Street (parallel to the Roosevelt *not* associated with fireside chats) and Great Society Street.
- I’m probably the ignorant one here, but what’s up with Montpelier Street? What am I missing?
It’s one of those things that gets better the longer and longer you look at it. And looking at how many streets there are, it’s clear that a lot of people live here. We can only hope they’re a self-selecting, presidency-romanticizing, dutifully patriotic bunch.
