
And now, a rant. About the strange Chicago custom of marking a parking spot with lawn chairs or assorted bad furniture or trash. In some cases, I understand if someone spent hours clearing out a spot to park. But, I've seen people put furniture in places that I know they didn't shovel out. Tonight, I drove around for fifteen minutes looking for a parking space. There were marked spots on my street. People, it snowed a week ago! And it was around 40 degrees today, so a lot of it melted. Now it's just being a bad neighbor. I'm parked one block south, and saw a rat on my walk over to the house. Ick, ick, ick. I have a garage space, but it's occupied by one of the four vehicles belonging to the Man. I forgot to mention that he sort of hoards vehicles along with clothes and papers. I don't think he's ever just owned one car. The Man is an endless source of strange blog fodder.
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