Cul-De-Sac

For some 30 years, I was faced with Cul-De-Sacs. No resident in those Cul-De-Sacs exited without facing my house. A few years ago, I began to muse over the significance of Cul-De-Sacs in my life. Occasionally, I would drive through the Cul De Sac only to see my house as others saw it. I considered the fact that it's vital that we should occasionally place ourselves in a position to see ourselves as others see us, making it better to understand others as well as ourselves. My first encounter or experience with Cul-De-Sacs was when we bought our first home in California. Our house faced a Cul-De-Sac. Our street formed the only outlet for three Cul-De-Sacs on our block. In later years, those Cul-De-Sacs became my primary walking ground. My exercise routine consisted of walking two short blocks, two long blocks, and three Cul-De-Sacs. I am rather fond of this memory. Our second connection to a Cul-De-Sac was with the purchase of our second house. It too was not in the Cul-De-Sac but faced it. At the entry of that memorable Cul-De-Sac was a most beautiful tree which, from my second-floor bedroom spoke volumes to me in the Fall season. If that tree said anything, it shouted out to me saying, "Look at me, I am the beauty queen of this Cul-De-Sac". 2523PSCtest,This or That, Vol 16 "Cul-De-Sac". Edward Ebeh.3P