tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15519003.post3705306975624541473..comments2023-07-18T06:17:25.789-05:00Comments on Mit, Mitter, Mittany - It's Me!: Go to the Red LightMitMoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748735568467215959noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15519003.post-19165517520948369582006-11-13T14:48:00.000-05:002006-11-13T14:48:00.000-05:00I grew up and live in Mississippi, the very defini...I grew up and live in Mississippi, the very definition of rural. Here folks use the term "red light" and "traffic light" interchangeably. I once got a dear friend from Naples, Florida, very lost by giving her directions that included turning at a red light.Keethahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391755322320140235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15519003.post-84230375294900295462006-11-13T09:38:00.000-05:002006-11-13T09:38:00.000-05:00LOL!! so true, about directions in rural areas. I ...LOL!! so true, about directions in rural areas. I grew up in Los Angeles where all the streets are in an orderly grid. What's parallel here will still be parallel 5 miles down the road. Not so here. They start crossing each other and change names with every bend in the road. We have a street that seems like one street, but it has 3 names depending on which side of town you're on. My hubby swears JMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01217941032371450987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15519003.post-61312545204238799212006-11-12T00:09:00.000-05:002006-11-12T00:09:00.000-05:00That all sounds so familiar to me, especially the ...That all sounds so familiar to me, especially the 9-1-1 part. I remember when Mousetown got its first stoplight, and when we got 9-1-1 service. Not only did not everything have addresses prior to that, not even all of the roads had names.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com