—I’ve lived on at least three streets named for women: Aurel Avenue, Victoria Drive and Evelyn Drive. Twenty-three years of my life, filled with wonderful memories.

—You would have recognized my family’s home at the far end of Evelyn Drive by my mom’s hanging baskets that overflowed with Boston ferns. I mowed Mrs. Jackson’s lawn next door for $10 (she paid well), played football in front of the Brazelle’s house, and smiled every time I saw different religious groups visit the home kitty-corner from us that belonged to Dr. McKinley, my future Bible professor at LeTourneau University and the founder of my childhood church. Oh, how I wish even now that I could have been a fly on his wall as he talked with them!

At the opposite end of Evelyn, about a four-minute walk from our home, lived “Mom” LeTourneau, the widow of the founder of LeTourneau University and the one for whom Evelyn Drive was named. Standing there in front of her home you could throw a rock and hit my favorite “nineteen-cent-hamburger” joint, Burger Chef.

I spent six happy years walking and biking up and down those two blocks, perhaps 300 yards from end to end, but today my childhood memories of Evelyn Drive bring to mind another street, David Street, that has likewise forged great memories and a street that’s almost exactly the same length as Evelyn from one end to the other.

—In the Old City of Jerusalem there aren’t many streets on which I’ve spent more time than David Street, located just inside Jaffa Gate. As you pass through this 500-year old gate, the preferred entrance gate of tourists, you’re immediately flooded with sights and sounds—bread vendors, car traffic, an ancient fortress, a tourist information center, coffee shop, police station and more.

Keep walking straight ahead for about 100 yards and you’ll find yourself standing at the top side of David Street, which descends steadily almost 300 yards past scores of shops that sell spices, rugs, ancient coins, luggage, toys and just about anything you want or need. It’s rare to find any prices marked on their goods, so expect to barter, but don’t make any eye contact with shop owners unless you’re ready to buy. Even so they’ll probably spot your Cowboys t-shirt and try their hand at “Howdy, y’all,” hoping you’ll smile, stop and spend your shekels.

—Named for King David, the modern east-west street runs roughly along the line of a first-century wall that once stood there between two hills—Zion to the south (sometimes called the Western Hill) and Acra to the north (the traditional site of Jesus’ crucifixion at a place along the brow called Golgotha). Because of David Street’s steep descent and because much of the street isn’t covered, Jerusalem’s winter rains rush down the street with ferocity, forcing the municipality to install an enormous number of manholes under your feet.

—Fans of the Crimson Tide should look for the “Alabama, the Heart of Dixie” shop at the corner of Muristan St or you might like to purchase a “Winnie the Jew” t-shirt or a “David and Goliath” slingshot for your little ones. Avoid the shady currency exchanges just inside Jaffa Gate, but instead look for Ghaleb Assila Change on David Street for better rates. When you’re ready for a break, find a juice stand or grab a soda, and carry your wallet in your front pocket just to be sure.

—You can spend hours along David Street, but you should also consider taking a detour down one of the quieter, intersecting streets, particularly Christian Quarter Road or Muristan Street.

David Street is a world away from Evelyn Drive, but my memories of both are enduring.

—Daniel McCabe