Sometimes when I see a street named after whatever used to be there (too often a beleagured Native American tribe or some formerly beautiful landmark of nature), I always find myself wishing I could be an observer of how it used to be 50 years ago, 200 years ago, 500 years ago…Just for a moment.

Oh, and I’d go back to the 80s and bitch-slap myself and tell ye olde Rebecca to not worry so much about what other people think, and to take some risks.