When I was a little girl my mom would often go visit her friend, Darlene. Darlene lived down in a hollow, of sorts, in a house shaded by many trees.
The road to Darlene's house was like a rollercoaster. At just the right speed, that stretch of street could send your guts into your throat.
It was always a treat to drive to Darlene's.
Here, now, those streets are everywhere.