When I was growing up in rural New Brunswick, there were still some dirt roads. (When driving on them during dry summer weather, you'd have to close the windows.) There were also roads lined with gravel, and some with a pink mcadam that wasn't full paving. (Sometimes when a road needs repairing you'll see spots worn pink, down to the mcadam layer.) Even the Trans-Canada Highway was undivided in my area back then.
Now that I live in the big city, do I get nostalgic for dirt roads? Not really. Some people will say you can get nostalgic for anything, but I don't miss outhouses. Maybe the world is getting better, at least for the better-off people.
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