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Where the streets have no name

Someone has stolen our sign again. This last sign made it several weeks. I have to imagine the town is getting a little frustrated. Either that or they have about sixty signs for this street in a closet somewhere.

But it’s comforting to know there’s always someone with worse problems.

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Knowing the name of your street, I can’t say I’m 100 percent surprised that the sign has been stolen before. High school kids would think that’s hilarious.

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