Almost walkin’ time again

One of the perks of the parking situation for the York Revolution’s baseball games (that the parking is in city and private lots blocks away) is that it provides foot traffic passed some of downtown York’s small shops and restaurants.
As one business owner recently told me, it brings people downtown who haven’t been there in years.
If you are looking for some instruction on where to park for the Revs games and what to expect along the way, see my column from last year below:


My girlfriend (my wife after April 5) says I’m an 80-year-old trapped in a 24-year-old’s body.
My editors cooked up this idea about a week ago for me to walk between the officially designated parking spots for York Revolution games and their new home at Sovereign Bank Stadium. We wanted to see how long the walks really take and how safe they feel.
After getting the assignment, I kept having the line from an old John Wayne movie, “The Quiet Man,” run through my head — the one when the Duke is walking his bride back from the Dublin train, a many-mile trek, and he tells her the route is “just a good stretch of the legs,” although in actuality the walk is a punishment for trying to leave him.
I’m not sure what my punishment is for.
That’s why I’m 80. The movie, one of my favorites, came out before my parents were born, and I love it.
But alas, I’m actually 24, in good shape — except for some belly pudge that comes from sitting behind a computer screen most days — to do a lot of evening walking.
Of course, this is far from scientific: I didn’t
need to fight crowds, or parking clogs, and any perception of my safety comes from being alone. If I were with a crowd, I doubt I’d be worried anywhere. (Well, a pretty big crowd).
I went on a Monday night and walked at the approximate time folks would be arriving for Revs games. Since I was alone and those who care about me wouldn’t let me go after dark, the walk concluded before a game is expected to let out.
Hopefully, everyone Friday and Saturday night will have the advantage of crowds. With crowds, everywhere should be plenty safe.
. . . There must be some kind of way out of here . . .
Parking space: The second floor of the West King Street parking garage
Time I left: 6:07 p.m.
Stadium arrival time: 6:22 p.m.
Clothing/shoes: What I wore to work: khakis, long-sleeved dress shirt, brown dress shoes
Observations: Once inside the parking garage, signs do a good job at letting you know what level you’re on.
If you look at the map showing the garage and the stadium, the shortest route looks like Duke Street; just take King east to Duke, and turn left at the big Laurel-Rex Fire Station.
It’ll also take you right past another parking option, the East Market Street parking garage.
Too bad not a single business was open this Monday evening. And with many of the games occurring during the evening-into-night hours, I’d say to avoid North Duke Street.
North George Street is the way to go, and you would need to cross George anyhow to take Duke Street. Just turn left a block early and take it from West King Street to the stadium.
In fact, it’s the corridor to stick to when walking through York: Several good bars and restaurants are along your way.
I then walked back from the stadium to the garage.
The Capitol Theatre has great billboards advertising, for instance, its old movie showings such as “Casablanca” and “Citizen Kane.” The box office is open 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Monday through Friday.
Crossing the square, the downtown night club district is to your right.
On the left is the place to get a slice of pizza into the late-night hours.
Conclusion: If you want to see the flashy night-life side of York (judge for yourself whether “flashy” applies) after the game, park on King Street and walk George Street.
. . . said the joker to the thief . . .
Parking space: West Philadelphia Street parking garage
Time I left: 7:10 p.m.
Stadium arrival time: 7:16 p.m.
Clothing/shoes: Typical baseball-going wear, i.e., T-shirt, ball cap, jeans and sneakers.
Observations: I walked by all the same sights I did before and made it to the stadium in a cool six minutes.
Then I turned around and began walking back and ran into the joker. An overweight, bald man wearing a T-shirt to his knees stopped me and asked if my car was the green Honda parked next to the stadium.
I said, “No, I’m parked down on Philly.”
He proceeded to tell me that I’m going to get towed if I keep my car parked there.
At the Harp & Fiddle Irish Pub and Restaurant, I met the thief. And no, I didn’t get robbed. A jogger was running north on North George Street, and she was stolen off the street by one of her friends sitting at the outdoor seating.
Conclusion: If you just want to stop by higher-end dining without the loud music and dancing, park here.
. . . there’s too much confusion . . .
Parking space: Parking lot behind the Susquehanna Commerce Center, corner of West Philadelphia Street and the Codorus Creek.
Time I left: 7:26 p.m.
Stadium arrival time: 7:37 p.m.
Clothing/shoes: The same T-shirt, jeans, ball cap and sneakers.
Observations: If the walk between the West Philadelphia Street parking garage and the stadium was eclectic, this walk was eclectic times 10.
The march began by some of the nicest commercial properties in the city and quickly spilled out onto the Codorus Creek, a waterway too polluted for the state’s Fish and Boat Commission to stock trout in it.
Crossing onto the east bank of the stream, look left and you’ll see what gives York its bad name. A boarded up old building, complete with a bullet through a window.
Look right, and you’ll see a landmark for young Yorkers.
The First Capital Dispensing Company — we just call it First Cap — has a bottled beer selection I still haven’t gotten through in my two years in this city.
Again, though, the problem as I approached the city’s Arts District (hub at Philadelphia and Beaver streets) was that most of the little shops I would have loved to have stopped in were closed for the day.
As an aside, there might be an inkling inside you to walk up North Beaver Street to make a geographical straight line to the stadium. Don’t. The last homicide I covered as police reporter was on that Beaver Street bridge.
Conclusion: This would be my No. 1 choice for parking if those shops stay open until late at night. It’s a free parking spot, the walk gets you some exercise and you can window shop on your way and buy on your way back. And there are some places to get a beer to boot.
. . . I can’t get no relief . . .
Parking space: First spot in Small Athletic Field parking lot
Time I left: 7:58 p.m.
Stadium arrival time: 8:06 p.m.
Clothing/shoes: The same T-shirt, ball cap, jeans and flip-flops.
Observations: OK, I’ve been walking for a while by this point, so I’m tired. To add insult to injury, one of the brilliant ideas an editor had was for me to wear flip-flops on one of the routes. Needless to say, I picked the shortest one.
So I stumbled through an alley and onto the George Leader Bridge and then I was there, end of story. Could have taken me less time if it weren’t for those damn flip-flops.
I turned around and stumbled back. I didn’t get relief for my feet until I was done, but at least I didn’t have to walk in sandals from the commerce center.
Conclusion: If you don’t ordinarily wear sandals and wear them to a game, are wearing a pair of shoes you first heard about on an episode of “Sex and the City,” or you have a bunch of kids to lug to the game and don’t plan on going anywhere else but home after the final score is recorded, park here.

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