So, I'm parked on Valley Street, looking up. Any idea why they call it Valley? Pretty easy, huh. Basically it's the street between the Western Prom (look up) and water of the Fore River behind. As you might imagine, this time of year is the only time you can see all the way to the top from this point. Leaf cover, you know. I like the view up all along this thoroughfare, and the roadway is well named. Long ago, the city fathers made a smart choice when they pushed this road through. Valley, it certainly is. Creative too. A+ for effort! Don't get too excited about those 'great minds' quite yet though. Now, when naming the four streets going from Valley to St. John Street, they must have been caught in some alphabetical time warp, because they named them, are you ready for this: A Street, B Street C Street and D Street! This is not a joke. I think it's mind-boggling. Years and years and now years later, they are still A, B, C, D. No change. I say, give these neighborhoods some class. Give 'em real monikers. Names they can be proud of. This continues to be a real head-shaker for me. Can ya tell?