I have chronic wanderlust. Got it from my dad. He would wake up in the morning and just decide he needed to go see Wyoming and off he’d go for a week or two. I’m not retired so I can’t do that but if you get off the major highways in this country you can find some wonderful roads to travel.
Wouldn’t you love to hear somebody out there giving directions? Shades of Abbott and Costello.
There are several streets in the U.S. called Psycho Path.
Folks living in an Arizona retirement community undoubtedly get a thousand laughs a day from living, as they do, at the corner of Stroke and Acoma Streets.
If you’re bored and depressed in Albany, Georgia, you can always go hang out at the corner of Lonesome and Hardup.
In fact, that’s why the merchants of Amador City, California, years ago began selling copies of their iconic Pig Turd Alley sign, hoping that tourists would stop stealing the actual sign. That must have worked. Carolann and I bought one.
Wherever your travels take you, keep smiling. We live in a very funny country.
