Day 376

Whenever you see a roadway wandering drunkenly at an angle across its tidy, orthogonal neighbors, there's a good chance that you're looking at one of the area's early thoroughfares, preserved at least in part when the street grid was later built around it. Such is the case with Cryders Lane, which once led to the farm of W.W. Cryder, a Dutchman who owned a large chunk of land in northern Whitestone. Things were presumably a bit more bucolic in those days, without all these Spanish-tiled behemoths blocking out the sun.