There are some street names, for different reasons, that should never have come into being. I’ll start with one I pass all the time that got this thought process going.
Hemlock Lane. Sounds kind of nice and peaceful, doesn’t it? NOT! Hemlock is a poison. Watch your neighbors, and for the love of Pete, don’t piss them off. Just move in? Don’t eat anything from the welcome wagon.
Woodlawn. This is the name of multiple cemeteries throughout the US. It’s not a street name, it’s a final address. It’s where you end up if you take a stroll down Hemlock Lane.
Which brings me to Funeral or Cemetery Street, Lane or Court. We have one in my town, and there is a funeral parlor on the street, but there are also houses. How do you tell someone you live at the end of Funeral or Cemetery Lane? Or worse, the dead end of Funeral or Cemetery Court. I mean, you’re going to end up there eventually, why tempt fate?
Bridge St. Not bad by itself, and usually has a reason for being called that. However, when it’s the last street in one town and the first street in the next town, it causes major headaches. One of them was there first, so who’s the smarty who didn’t check?
Does it make your head spin when you have one street, let’s call it Elm, but along with Elm St, there’s Elm Way, Elm Terrace, Elm Place, Elm Circle, etc., all within a stone’s throw of each other? Seriously, it’s cruel, not funny. If you have no sympathy for people like me who own lying GPS’s, think of the poor mail carrier and delivery folk.
Numbered streets. Makes sense in NYC if you’re looking for intersections, but if you live on the streets themselves, it can get out of hand. Imagine if you live at 2395 44th St W, Apt 56, 12th Fl. You ever tried to address an envelope, or punch that in as data?
And my favorite, Dick Rd, St, Way, whatever. Okay, I’m being immature now, but would you really want to live at 8 Dick Rd?
Think about it.