A trio of entries for me.
Adamstown, MD is about 30 miles away and contains... wait for it.... Adams Street.
Just a mile or so outside of town is Buckeystown Pike. I was conceived during the latter days of the Golden Age of American Westerns (think "Bonanza" and "The Big Valley", for example, not to mention "Rawhide"). My brothers, who are about a decade older than me, asked my parents "if it's a bot can we call him Buck?" "Sure" replied my parents, foolishly thinking they'd forget. They didn't, and so to all of my cousins of a certain age I was "Buck" from the moment of my entry into this world until sometime around when I graduated college. After that the moniker quietly vanished, but I resurrected it for use in various situations like restaurants, where "Buck" is easier to pick out than "Keith", which sounds too much like "Steve" or "Pete" and any other name with a long "e" in it.