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My dad's home town didn't gain full street names until the early '80s. The rich parts of town had street names, of course, because that's where paychecks went. But the poorer, dirt-road part of town was always "turn at the Y-tree then three houses then it's the one with the black roof." If you lived in that part of town and needed mail, you got a post office box. If you were attending community college and needed your grades mailed, you largely frustrated teachers like my mother.