2 blocks from the Quik Stop

i wanted to post something today.  just had a weekend full of family drama and theatrics.  the Lunts, we are not.  in lieu of that post i'm putting up this odd nugget from last june's road trip.  this street sign is at the intersection of the street i lived on as a kid and the street of my best friend.  i wish i'd driven the distance to her house from here to see how far it is in grown-up distance. 
california suffered a dry summer so this neighborhood may be less green than it usually is but it still felt grim compared to when i lived there.  dirt yards, dead plants.
i wonder how many times i crossed the street at this intersection or rounded this corner on my way to michelle's house, or coming home from there (running so i wouldn't be late for dinner).
how many times did i make that trip carrying records? archie comics? elton john cassette tapes?

o! the stats of youth!