We are so insular in Unionville sometimes! Yesterday I was giving directions to a friend who lives toward West Grove and told her the usual landmarks: pass Blow Horn, turn right at such-and-such's place, that sort of thing. We get used to dealing only with the local people who know perfectly well where these things are.
But, quite reasonably, she gave me a completely blank look, and I laughed at myself and remembered how baffling and aggravating it was when I first moved here. I apologized and reverted to actual street directions, not using anybody's farm name, what grazes in the pasture, or who used to own it.
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