I love trees. (Who doesn’t, really?) There is something so timeless about a tree-named street. Nostalgic. Beaver Cleaver lived on Pine Street. Trees are one of the most common names for streets, according to Wikipedia. (2nd Street apparently is the most common.) I don’t know if there are more Oaks than Walnuts or Maples or Elms. Years ago, it occurred to me to research that, but I had no idea where to begin. And in the end, it really didn’t matter. Oak was it.
The house number came to me more recently. I reflected on how to choose a meaningful number that would define this journey.
Birthdays make me happy. (Especially my birthday.) A marker of growth and progress down the road of life. With cake! Given the import placed on this annual celebration, you might guess that I was born on September 23rd.
You would be right.
923 Oak just felt right. And so far, I’ve found 85 across the US.