Oh, maybe you're right. It's those mesmerizingly long east-west streets.
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I barely know where Somerville Hospital is, but I wasn't born there, anyway.
Highland Ave, baybee!
(I pass it when I go to Davis Square)
It's on Highland, but the main entrance is on Tower Street.
Tower does lend itself well to porn names if you're a guy.
I'm Pretty Boy Vogler. Huh. Or Snooky Vogler.
ION, Damn! Between Sunday's icefall and last night's wind, an arm-thick branch broke off one of our oak trees, and fell on my car. Which now has a lovely dent and scratched paint on the roof just above the passenger side windshield. I guess I should be glad it didn't hit the glass, but Damn!
I laughed so hard at Hobbit Onderdonk I scared the cat. And am having subsiding chuckles, like aftershocks.
Heh, the hospital I was born in turns out to be on South Essex, which would be great for Napoleonic wars porn featuring Sean Bean.
I'm fascinated that you people know what street the hospital is on.
I don't. I had a vague notion of the hospital's name, but Google suggests the vague notion is wrong.
My birth hospital has a lame street address, but its area of responsibility covers 52% of the Earth's surface area. How cool is that? Or, how interminable must the lines be?
On any given day, Tripler has approximately 209 hospital beds available.
That's a weird stat. I mean, I can't work out if it's good or bad.
It's occurred to me that my mother's porn name would be either Bitsy or Boots Forrest. (I'm not sure which dog came first. And I'm not going to call her and say, "I'm trying to figure out your porn name. Which was your first dog?)