I grew up in a neighborhood that was shaped like a P – one road that you can follow all the way around the loop to a stop sign, then turn left and drive out on the sane road you came in on.
The numbering was bizarre. When you enter the neighborhood, the house on the left was number 1, and next to it was 2, 3, etc. Follow the outer loop of houses all the way around, and you end at house number 54 right across from #1. Then the “island” in the loop of the P picked up at #55 and continued up to 67 or so.
It was wild, but only in retrospect. Growing up there, I never understood why houses would be numbered any differently.
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