I lived my childhood years on an unpaved dirt road. A typical Alabama red clay dirt and gravel road. A road with no name, no direction signs, just dusty, rub board ridged in dry weather. Boggy, slippery, washed out and gully cut in rainy weather.
We lived between Barnett Crossroads and Stanley Crossroads, a distance of four miles. Estimated two miles to either crossing. If we needed to explain where we lived to anyone, we simply told them to look for a white asbestos sided house with red trim and roof, half way between the two crossings.
Our house sat behind a deep ditch with two culvert s...