It's a rare treat to find that someone has written about your hometown. I found the following in a sci-fi book that I randomly started reading.
exerpt from
Conrad's Time Machine
by Leo A. Frankowski
Towards sunset, looking up old friends seemed like a good idea, and my bike made a
right turn into Rochester, a strange little town.
The locals claim that the engineer who laid out the street plan was drunk for eight
weeks before he drew the first line, but I knew better. It takes large groups of people
working earnestly together to do something that stupid.
The arithmetic average of the number of streets coming into an intersection is
probably somewhere around four, but the modal number is three, with the next most
likely number being five and after that seven. The whole town is like a quilt made by
crazy old ladies out of random polygons. There's even one frightening crossroads called
'Twelve Points." No shit.
Right downtown, doubtless by accident, there are these two streets that cross at
almost right angles, although one of them changes its name in the process. This oddity so
astounded the locals that they built this big office structure there and called it "The Four
Corners Building."
https://rochesterdowntown.com/neighborh ... r-corners/
https://rocwiki.org/Twelve_Corners
It's a rare treat to find that someone has written about your hometown. I found the following in a sci-fi book that I randomly started reading.
exerpt from
Conrad's Time Machine
by Leo A. Frankowski
Towards sunset, looking up old friends seemed like a good idea, and my bike made a
right turn into Rochester, a strange little town.
The locals claim that the engineer who laid out the street plan was drunk for eight
weeks before he drew the first line, but I knew better. It takes large groups of people
working earnestly together to do something that stupid.
The arithmetic average of the number of streets coming into an intersection is
probably somewhere around four, but the modal number is three, with the next most
likely number being five and after that seven. The whole town is like a quilt made by
crazy old ladies out of random polygons. There's even one frightening crossroads called
'Twelve Points." No shit.
Right downtown, doubtless by accident, there are these two streets that cross at
almost right angles, although one of them changes its name in the process. This oddity so
astounded the locals that they built this big office structure there and called it "The Four
Corners Building."
[url]https://rochesterdowntown.com/neighborhoods/four-corners/[/url]
[url]https://rocwiki.org/Twelve_Corners[/url]