“Yeah…take a left then a right, then drive about 6 miles and you’ll see it there on your right”
“What’s the number?”
“No number, it’s called My Place”
So this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while… When did people stop naming their houses? It seems people were doing in for hundreds of years. A tradition that was passed down from generation to generation, why stop all the sudden? Today it seems if you’re not the President your not allowed to name your place.
I believe we should bring it back. Here are some famous abodes in literature:
- Bilbo named his place ‘Bag End’
- Mr. Toad named his ‘Toad Hall’
- Scarlet’s place was ‘Tara’
- Mr Darcey lived at ‘Pemberley’
- Anne at ‘Green Gables’
I mean we name rivers, mountains, boats, lakes, resorts, pets, gorges, valleys, cities, cars, streams, geysers, inns, shoes, motels, roads, parks, oceans, fault lines, and diseases. Why did we stop at naming our homes?
The other night we were having pie and "RJ" mentioned it. Apparently a fairly popular comic made reference to it. The comic thought the idea to be ridiculous. I had to confesses to him about my obession with the notion. It occured to me that night that the post office might not find the thought amussing. I suppose it would get a little confusing to the postmaster.
"Please direct all my mail to 'Circles End'."
"Is that a joke?"
"Circles don't end..."
"It's a working title."
Anyway... I'll come up with something, but for now I suppose you can still reach me at the boring number on the street with the same name as everyone else.
But in the future you might have to find your way to 'Circles End'.