Last night, I knew that taking my normal route home from work (Roosevelt Avenue to Market Street) would be a bad idea. I assumed George Street wouldn't be any better. So instead, I drove out Route 30 and took Sherman Street in, weaving a longer but less traffic-blocked way home.
I was surprised to find that I could still score a parking spot in my block. Yes! So I grabbed it and went inside.
Then, I remembered something: street sweeping.
I was surprised to find that I could still score a parking spot in my block. Yes! So I grabbed it and went inside.
Then, I remembered something: street sweeping.
At midnight, my car, on the west side of the street, would be a target
for ticket and tow.
So, I waited an hour or so and moved the car to the other side of the street, which of course required several trips around the block before I finally found a spot down the street. This morning I went out for breakfast and took the opportunity to move the car a little closer to home.
I wandered through the Bike Night festivities on my way to the Hoots and Hellmouth concert but largely escaped the roaring bicycles since I was inside the Strand-Capitol or the Harp and Fiddle most of the night. Today, I was expecting the noise to resume but it's been rather quiet. Maybe the rain sent everyone home early?
So, I waited an hour or so and moved the car to the other side of the street, which of course required several trips around the block before I finally found a spot down the street. This morning I went out for breakfast and took the opportunity to move the car a little closer to home.
I wandered through the Bike Night festivities on my way to the Hoots and Hellmouth concert but largely escaped the roaring bicycles since I was inside the Strand-Capitol or the Harp and Fiddle most of the night. Today, I was expecting the noise to resume but it's been rather quiet. Maybe the rain sent everyone home early?
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