A week ago, I got to thinking. I do this quite well from time to time. The theme for December 1, was "My Street", and I had a little problem. My definition of a street is a thoroughfare with lots of housing one after the other. There are quantities of stores, restaurants, churches etc. sprinkled liberally throughout an area crisscrossed by many streets. Most streets, in my mind are paved. Now, my formative, 'huck finn years' were spent on city streets. As a matter of fact, I do believe the Beaver and Ozzie and Harriet lived just down the street from me. When Elenka and I bought our old farmhouse, we moved to the country and were introduced to a word that was new to our vocabulary: the road. To me, the birdman definition of a road is an often sparsely populated, most often paved, but not always, conveyance that'll get you from here to there in pretty good time. Period. These days, sure, I like to venture along city streets and watch people scurrying from shop to shop, but I really must admit that the rural road has an allure that is hard to surpass in my book. Just on my road, you'll find towering pines, fishing brooks, hills and dales, animals like deer, fox, owls and coyote calls at night just to name a few. Oh ya, and something else that everyone who spends time at our house remarks about: darkness. Utter, utter DARKNESS. There's something you'll be hard pressed to find on a city street. By 9 PM, the only light you have out here is starlight. Enjoy your street this weekend; I'm hitting the road, Jack!