The thing that's always confused me about PA is that everyone uses route numbers. "Oh, it's on 322, past blah blah blah." But if you're not looking at a map, 322 is going to be High Street on a street sign. And 842 is Miner Street. Give me names!

Oh, that's weird. I always have the opposite thing with google maps.

Street names also turn into new ones without warning, too. You'll be driving down Woodbourne and suddenly you're supposed to know it's now Tollgate. Very confusing.

And this town is so old that the streets are really narrow, so it's all one-ways -- except when they become two-way without warning! Driving is an adventure!

The thing that's always confused me about PA is that everyone uses route numbers. "Oh, it's on 322, past blah blah blah." But if you're not looking at a map, 322 is going to be High Street on a street sign. And 842 is Miner Street. Give me names!

On my commute home, I drive along one route number that changes names to, I think, four different streets.

I'm still kind of getting used the distances here. I grew up in the most densely populated place in the country. You could get to anything with a ten minute drive. When any band went on tour, they would have at least four or five shows within an hour of where I lived. Now, even huge bands going on major tours, we kind of hope that they might play Johnstown or Hershey, but if not, people will drive three hours to Pittsburgh to see a concert.

And this town is so old that the streets are really narrow, so it's all one-ways -- except when they become two-way without warning! Driving is an adventure!

My town is like that, too, except for one street that my GPS seems to think is two-way, but it's actually one-way, and the GPS keeps sending me down it in the wrong direction.

If I were to name the major cross streets near me, I'd have to name 4 streets since they change names right near my place. I try to use landmarks instead, such as the Ace Hardware. I'm hosed if they ever leave.

We still kind of tease my mother over the fact that she once gave someone directions that included the phrase "turn where the tree used to be." Her explanation was, "There used to be a tree there. A really huge, weird-looking tree. And then they cut it down. How can you approach that intersection and not notice that the tree isn't there anymore?" She was giving these directions to my father, who is ridiculously unobservant. When my sister and I were kids, we used to sometimes ask him when he came home from work, "What's different here?" And he'd look around the room and just not be able to see that there was a new painting on the wall or a new coffee table or whatever.

On my commute home, I drive along one route number that changes names to, I think, four different streets.

See! PA is weird.

I get what you mean about being rural, too, Hil. Even here near Philly, it's nothing like growing up 25 miles outside of NYC.

Well, in Dekalb we the road where all the new stores are built is called Sycamore Road in DeKalb and DeKalb Road in Sycamore.

Kitty! of the sort that tommyrot loves.