When I was looking up zip codes at work, I came across a street named “Spyglass Drive,” which would be a pretty badass place to live.
Once I was driving with Lucia and we found a real street called “Memory Lane.” It’s in Norridge, of all places. I think if I lived there, I would stroll down it all the time and think generally nostalgic thoughts. I would probably be a rather sad person, on account of all the nostalgia, and on account of the annoying people constantly making jokes about my street name, and on account of the living in Norridge.
