Anyone who’s had to make their way through Myers Park knows that the unholiest of intersections isn’t the Bermuda Triangle — it’s the corner(s) of Queens, Queens, Providence and Providence. Whether you’re inching away from downtown on your way home from work or trying to give directions to an out-of-towner, the traffic pattern here is nothing but an exercise in frustration. The only redeeming quality is the often-decorated statue of Hugh McManaway, who actually used to direct traffic in that very spot. We could use another Hugh.