There was a comment on the last post that made me remember an event for my childhood

that I always took as odd but never really considered it to be related to any of these stories.

I know now that it is.

But, it's funny how memories work, right?

The details might all be present in your mind without scattered and disarrayed and then

a single thought can stitch them back together almost instantly.

I never thought of these events much because I was focused on the wrong details.

I went back to my mom's house and went through my old childhood schoolwork looking for

something that I might think is important.

I couldn't find it but I kept looking.

Yeah, I'm sorry for the length.

Most old cities and the neighborhoods in them weren't planned with the thought that the

population would begin to grow exponentially and it would have to be accommodated.

Lay out of the roads is originally in response to geographical restrictions and the necessity

of connecting points of economic importance.

Once the connecting roads were established, new businesses and roads were positioned strategically

along the existing skeleton and eventually the paths carved into the earth are immortalized

in asphalt.

Leaving room only for minor modifications, additions and alterations but never a dramatic

change.

My childhood neighborhood must have been old then.

The straight lines move as the crow flies and my neighborhood must have been built based

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