A house with no number

On a street with no name.

Back when I taught at Blodgett, a friend once described my non conventional way of looking at the world (sometimes) as if my mind lived in a house with no number on a street with no name. Later, when I got to Fulton, my chief psychologist often told me I had loose associations, and while he thought this was a descriptor of a serious mental illness, I sort of like the description, but asked him if he could find an associations wrench, if he thought my associations needed tightening. This just further convinced him.

Then, when Fran and I came to Sicily to live, I had to register as a resident of Sciacca in order to get car insurance. It as not easy. Of course the first question was 'What is your house number?' followed quickly by 'What is your street name?' Well, of course you know that the house we were renting from Rino had no number, and the street had no name. If Paolo had not been my friend, AND a neighbor, I probably would never have been able to register, however the mention of his name cleared all hurdles for us.

Then about three years ago, they named the street off the main road that leads to the street that leads to our street. Then they named the street that leads to our street, although it had two different names, one on each end of it, so it was either Via Faro or Via Bonsignore Georgio. We seemed to be getting closer.

Great news. We now have a street name, and the 16 apartments on this row of apartments actually has a number, it is 8. I could even get mail delivered here if I wanted, but with the travel I do, and the trust I have in Post Italia, I think I will keep my Mail Boxes Etc mail box.

Anyway, here is the address.

I am sure you all remember the name Nausicaa from Chapter 13 of James Joyce's Ulysses. It makes me want to run right out and buy the book!!