In spite of the fact that I am horrible at writing short notes and even worse at thinking up titles, I have decided the government should hire me to name streets. It is plain to see that whoever is doing this job hasn’t been very good at it. If they were good at it, would there be 23,458,000 streets named “Main?” I think not.
What brought about this revelation to me? Well we were driving home from Mohegan Sun (that’s where the Keith Urban concert was last night) and we’re going along the highway in Connecticut. (I’m not sure if it was I-95 at that point but honestly, that little fact just isn’t important to my story.)
I was tired because we were out late last night & then I woke up just about every hour during the night at the hotel and then we hit every single traffic jam in existence. Therefore, I was just staring out into space as my darling husband drove along. Then a sign caught my eye. Now mind you, we see the same exit signs every single time we drive up that way. Maybe I was in a dazed, sleep deprived stupor or something but it struck me: if the name of that street is Four Mile River Road, is it 4 miles long?
Well hey, seems a perfectly logical question to me. And the answer to that is no, it is not 4 miles long. It is a mere 2 1/2. Shouldn’t the street be named Two and a Half Mile River Road Drive? Isn’t that false advertising.
I was ready to give them a way out of it. I thought perhaps the actual river is 4 miles long, not the street. There is, after all, a river that runs along the road. But no, the river was even shorter than the street. It barely made it to 2 miles.
I want to know who named that street and why it fell short.