As a teenager, I pored over the ZIP Code Directory in search of the nation’s highest numbered street. I think I concluded that 300-somethingth near Cleveland was the winner.
The advent of city-style rural addressing systems over the last 20 years means that many counties now have roads with impossibly high numbers, and it’s common in rural Iowa or Illinois to find 870th Street out between the cornfields.
I had a missed-by-just-this-much experience like this, also in San Francisco. I had once worked with a guy named Scott Baker. Well, in SF there’s a Scott Street and a Baker Street. So one day I tried to get a pic of the intersection of Scott and Baker.
Only to find . . . those streets are (almost) parallel and don’t intersect. They almost come together in the Marina District, but not quite.
Dang.
Well, here’s a pic that you maybe didn’t actually take yourself, but an iconic – perhaps the iconic Haight Ashbury intersection photo.
If one is of a certain age, one might even recognize the two people in that pic.
Jerry Garcia and Phil Lesh of The Grateful Dead
You can entertain yourself for a long time, browsing at lovely street names in New Orleans. Here’s the intersection of Magazine and Melpomene:
Just a few blocks away from Terpsichore and Annunciation.
I have been at the intersection of The Lane and Wong Way in Te Anau, New Zealand. Great little spot to eat nearby.
I’ve driven an ice cream van down Sesame Street- in Brisbane, Australia.
Not an intersection, but still kinda fun.
I drive thorugh the intersection of Victoria and Albert pretty much every day.
Good Lord! What happened to that scaffolding?
