Some people can just wear anything. Flannel shirt, leather pants and Chuck Taylors? If you’re a scruffy musician, no one bats an eye. If I, on the other hand, wear anything other than a baseball cap, everyone loses their minds.

This was the intern using grid north instead of magnetic north, maybe?

One neighborhood in my town has streets at just the perfect angle for the winter sun to line up in the afternoon.

Maybe everything depends on whatever rule of thumb some 18th century surveyor heard was in style.