Near my hometown, there is a particular crossroads named Light-Pipe-Cross. It's on no map, but everyone has called it that for centuries and it appears in old d

Near my hometown, there is a particular crossroads named Light-Pipe-Cross. It's on no map, but everyone has called it that for centuries and it appears in old documents as a supplementary colloquial name. The story goes that because the distance between the crossroads and the old market square is exactly the right amount of time for you to smoke a pipe of tobacco before arriving, peasants going to market with their carts would stop there to light up. I think names with stories attached have a way of surviving, because they become integrated into oral history.