I noticed this yesterday as I was driving a route I hadn't driven in years and on a hunch found the way to Old Vine. Not new Vine, the yin to Main Street's yang, but Old Vine, which veers off its namesake at an improbable angle.
Inner cheers when I found this shortcut. The raised fist of victory. But I knew it wasn't my superb navigational powers that led the way. It wasn't a hunch as much as it was a long-buried map of the city that I carry around inside me.
I found Old Vine because I grew up here.