The real pain of it is that I arrived at the thrift store an hour and a forty-five minutes too early. Richard didn't need me until eleven thirty. It would've been a waste to loiter around the thrift store for that long so I opted to hoof it up to the library.
Let me talk about the city layout here. Because it's on a port, there are roads running north/south that support the major, local industries. They're pretty close together and divide the city into an eastern half and a western half. The whole town has streets that run east/west. They follow a numbering convention starting at 1st St in the north and ending at 18th street in the south. The eastern half has most businesses and the downtown area. There, the north/south streets follow a conventional naming convention (I'll use US Presidents). The western half is mostly suburbs that uses letters for their north/south street names (the highest I've seen is “O Street”).
The library is on a street I'll call Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc runs at an angle to the city's grid system, joining up with Lincoln to become a highway in the southwest. The library sits at about 12th St and Buchanan I was starting on 1st St and Pierce. Just one block over and eleven blocks down.
The city doesn't commit to the grid system. There are a surprising—and to the pedestrian, dismaying—number of dead ends where a street just stops and picks up again on the other side of a public building or a thicket of impenetrable woods.
Heading south and uphill, it still only took about twenty five minutes to get there going uphill.
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