History of time in street addresses

Dunn Brothers. Jazz. Lite, sax. I just took Stella for a walk down to the river and back.
Our street, and the addresses of the houses, is like the history of the world from the time of Christ to the near future.


To the east, way down by the cathedral, toward the center of town, are the single digits. As proceed west, toward the river, the numbers progress, through the end of the Roman Empire, Dark Ages, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial Revolution, to the the nineteenth, twentieth century and now. Our address–end of the American Revolutionary War. And keep going through the two-thousands–my death is in there somewhere. 2100, 2200, 2300. Star Trek territory.
The might river does the sine wave as it comes through what is now our city. Or course, the river has been here for tens of thousands of years. But, it breaks with its north to south habit here, going west to east.
We are on a line, from downtown to the Catholic university, both of which are on the river. Starting at the university, the river does the first dip of the sine wave, forming an arc that meets up with downtown. The straight line, west to east, is about for miles.
Perhaps there is something Einstein like, the linear, the curving, the static distance, the flow.