Main St. Vs. Wall St.

I was thinking of other streets that most towns all have. And what conotation they invoke.

Main St - Theoretically "Old Fashion Values" in reality a street lined with old storefront business that are now either seedy bookshops or "revitalized" coffee shops
Wall St - Money or uhm... some kind of wall in proximity... I guess... I don't get it
1st - That part of town with small wood frame houses that probably were once great but are now are all paint peally.
MLK BLVD - Danger
Park - That street with the dangerous run down park on it.
Oak - That street with the nice trees
Pine - That street with all the parking lots
Hill - Unless your walking you'll never notice this "hill"
Washington - Washington "ST" is a good place to live, Washington "Heights" not so much.

I get the feeling that since most of these streets are in the oldest parts of town they tend to run in a few categories. They are either still quaint, scary or re-quaint. By re-quaint I mean they used to be scary and now they've been white washed and remodeled into their old models. The worst state of a downtown is if its re-scary, which happens if a quaintening doesn't stick.

According to the 1993 Census the MOST common street name in America was: Second?
What happened to First? Just think of all those towns where 1st street had to be renamed after some local major or dead president. (Or sometimes just called Main). This leaves Second in First place. Actually there are more Thirds than Firsts as well. So the new order of best places goes Second, Third, First... tough luck Michael Phelps.

(There was some confusion about my previous post. I encourage you all to read the labels at the bottom of the blogs.)

"If I was: an astronaut"

If you are like me you are 6’ tall and named Trey.

Also, if you are like me you wanted to be an astronaut as a kid. I thought about it a lot. You probably did too. Being weightless, the effects of zero-g on projectile vomiting, and how do you sleep in space?

Well, like most kids you probably never did anything about it. You just dreamed and sat on the couch. But not me! When I turned 18 I drove down to Houston and walking into the NASA building.

The receptionist said, “Welcome to NASA, how may I help you?”
I said, “I’d like to be an astronaut.”
She smiled and said, “Lots of people want to be astronauts. Why should we choose you?”
So… I stood on my head and drank a glass of tang.

Sadly, this did not impress her and I never became an astronaut.
But if I was here is what I’d do. First, I’d spend an hour or so floating and spinning. Then after spinning I’d probably throw up. Then I’d say the Space Monkey blew chunks and make him clean it up.

Then I’d probably be tired and try to take a space nap. I’m always hungry when I wake up so I’ll eat all the Space Monkey’s banana’s because, lets be honest, what’s he going to do about it?
Then right before we land I’ll call in and say, “Houston… we have a problem!” and hit a few panic buttons. Because I think those stressed out NASA guys would appreciate a good laugh.


ps. I'm 6' tall at 7am and 5'11'' at 10pm, but I think in a zero-G environment this wouldn't happen.