After renting the little house and the strange conversation with Mr. T. I checked the front of the house for my address. ( No contracts, nothing signed. I wasn't sure what my address was, until I went out on the front porch to check the house number.
Then I had to drive down three blocks. to find what street I was on, the signs were all turned. Surely there aren't three streets named Broadway
At City Hall, I told the clerk, I live at 210 Broadway.
She looked at me totally confused. "Who moved?"
How should I know and who cares? I said, I don't know, My address is 210 Broadway."
, She looks at me and says, "Where is Broadway?"
The City Hall clerk is asking me. I smiled and said, "I assume the three signs that said Broadway are simply turned and this street running out front is Broadway."
" Oh, hmm...Who are your neighbors?
I'm new to this town and she is asking me some really odd questions. They really don't like strangers and I must be the first one she encountered.
"
"Mr. Turner is my landlord on the West."
She sighs in huge relief. "Oh, you live in the Field's house."
Little did I know, The Fields were now in jail, they were having an old fashioned gun fight across Broadway with the guy across the street. Anytime anyone asked us where we live, we just said, Fields house and we'd get the same story about the gun fight.
Our official address, was "one block south of the post office, two Blocks West, Middle of the block.
(That was our legal address on my Utility bill)
