  The link shows you where we live in Malden, MA. Its a small suburb of Boston, a bit to the north. As you can see by the ridiculous, non-gridded layout of our little bit of New England, Boston is really hard to get around.
For a long time, the story I heard about why Boston's layout was so random and evil was because of cattle-grazing in the bad old days: townships would set up fields for their citizen's cows to graze in, fence them off with deference to the lay of the land, hills, valleys, and whatnot, and then industry came around and built cities where the pastures used to be. Upon doing more research about Boston, I discovered that this was not entirely true. What actually happened was that people moving to Massachusetts from overseas would just put their houses wherever they wanted when they got here, without any mind to streets or city planning. And so, in the year 2004, streetlights predict and direct angles of driving which are impossible to calculate and for some reason, streets change names and designations 8 times across 10 blocks of length, and there are no street signs telling you where you are when you need them.
And by "when you need them" I mean "when you are attempting to drive someplace only 3 miles away". MOVE-IN STATUS The movers showed up on Saturday. Because Malden apparently has no concern for the legal height of 13'6" for powerlines, the moving truck couldn't get down my street without pulling all of the powerlines down.
Cost to me: $384.45 Kitchen unpacked. Casualties: LCD display on the front of the microwave Bedroom unpacked. Casualties: None. Kitties: way happier now that, like Mom and Dad, they have stuff to sleep on as opposed to Boston's regular cold, hard wooden floors. Things still needed: For my new potential client to call me back, a desk for Diana's computer, and a bookcase for our previously-unknown-to-be really wicked huge amount of books. 
