It was beautiful out today, sunny and in the upper 60’s. And as I’ve been sitting in planes and hotels and offices for the past few days I decided to go for a run. While I was out I had time to ponder this: When you build a heavily fortified city within a city that is large enough to house thousands, the responsibility for naming streets has to fall to someone.
And as I made my laps around these streets I wondered what had inspired some of the names. Main Street and Broadway both seemed like safe choices, and the abundance of large reinforced concrete walls made Wall Street seem like a logical pick. Madison Ave had me a bit confused but it was Peachtree Street that really threw me. Perhaps this was wishful thinking or maybe just nostalgia for home, but I have yet to see anything resembling a peach tree anywhere around here.
As the sun started to set behind the walls I rounded the corner of Sunset and Bourbon for the last time and thought about heading to the bar after my shower.
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