U2 wrote about the streets that had no name.

This is the time of year when the streets, while still remaining fully named, have no markings. The snow pack and piles have done them in.

This means, conveniently, that you can make a left turn lane wherever you please. For example, anywhere.

No really, anywhere.

Such drivers are coming to a store near you, drivers who are desiring to delineate their own parking lot markings, turn lanes, and stop lines. The WalMart parking lot is an exceedingly good example of acute angle parking as busy shoppers gradually angle their cars in such a way that, by the end of the lot, the rows of parking nearly meet in a point.

We don’t need no stinkin’ lines.

As I was turning onto Third Street, I came face to face with a car in my lane. The driver had decided to make a left turn lane in what would have been a driving lane for oncoming traffic in any of the other three seasons. Later, as I was attempting to turn into Dan’s Supermarket on Washington — a store with the clearheadedness to force all exiting traffic to the front of the store in order to destroy pedestrians and induce congestion — I discovered that the definition of “handicapped parking” had waned and that it now meant vehicles that were about eight inches in width.

If you can’t see the blue lines, I guess, it doesn’t count. As long as you leave a little space in front of the sign, you’re good.

Today, I’m going to create a left turn lane on Avenue C. It looks to be promising.