Skip, skip, skip to my Lou, skip to my Lou, my darlin'.

My sense of direction is based on my position relative to Cleveland Hopkins International Airport and where the Rocky River lets into Lake Erie. Ergo, I am screwed anywhere but in the West Park neighborhood of Cleveland.

I'm good with cardinal directions as long as I know the time of day, and can see the sun. That's west, okay, N, E, S--that way.

I'm still surprised with how my neighborhood actually aligns with the compass.

I still get mixed up about which way my house faces. The side that my brain says is north is actually west.

Except for where I work, we can use mauka and makai pretty effectively (up toward the mountain, and down toward the ocean). I actually gave my mother directions that were "when you reach an intersection, choose the road that goes up. Keep doing that till you run out of intersections"

I've spent most of my life with strong grids and cardinal directions. The biggest trick in Kansas City was knowing that the numbered streets go E-W in MO and N-S in KCKS, and E-W in the burbs south of KCKS. When I was doing props for Starlight back before smart phones and Google maps that was fun to learn.

I spent nearly all day in bed. I was really hoping this thunderstorm was going to ease my migraine when it went through but it was all noise. I've reached the point that I'm too bored to keep avoiding screens and I'm forcing myself to eat something.

My house is on a grid, and the sun hits my bedroom every morning, so that's easy. Elsewhere here, directest downhill, to harbor, is south, mostly, depending on where you start & I have a good feel for starts now.

I have negative sense of direction. I can get lost *here* and I've lived here 9 years. Street grids make it easier, but numbered street names don't stick in my head. "Was it 26 W 24th or 24 W 26th?"

I'm too anxious to drive in Manhattan. It's not the traffic, it's the people. I'm terrified of hitting someone.

I can't read maps. Discovering that Google Maps will give you text directions and a helpful voice reading those directions has made a huge difference.

Seattle was laid out by rival drunks, and subsequent city & street planning hasn't been any clearer. I am one of those horrible people that give directions by landmark, which means that my directions have become less and less useful over the years.

Seattle was laid out by rival drunks, and subsequent city & street planning hasn't been any clearer. I am one of those horrible people that give directions by landmark, which means that my directions have become less and less useful over the years

"Go past where the purple jello mold building was..."

Seattle was laid out by rival drunks, and subsequent city & street planning hasn't been any clearer. I am one of those horrible people that give directions by landmark, which means that my directions have become less and less useful over the years

I once gave the direction "turn left at the grey cat that will be sleeping at the porch" and my friend Alison thought I was joking. But that cat was indeed sleeping on the porch when she arrived and guided her properly to my apartment.

(Gad I just realized this was in pre-internet days so I must have planned far enough out to write her a letter with directions. That's what we had to do!)