City park

We live in one of the more uptight neighborhoods in Seattle. We fit right in. My compulsion is to obsess over a game I call, "Who is blocking my driveway now?" I look out the window every morning and throughout the day to see who is blocking the drive. Parking is not hard on our block. In over a year we have never once had to park more that 100ft away from our place, but people seem to block me in all the time. Drives me crazy, makes me feel trapped. Not like I cant just walk down the block any time and buy a donut, but you know how it is, gotta be ready at every second.

The neighbors across the street, they have a major parking obsession. Mark is our neighbor/dad, and he is a good guy/bully, the type you could call at 3AM during an emergency and he would be gung-ho to help. He is a Bassmaster, and won his boat in a fishing tournament in FL. He tells me about shit all the time, like their place in Hawaii, the different tourneys he competes in, stuff like that. He wears t-shirts that say things like: Hey PETA, I love cows too... Medium Rare!

This is how their day has gone so far. Dad leaves for errand, kid has to move one car to save dads on-street parking. Then dad returns, other car has to be moved again. They do this every day, all day, saving 'their' spots. This photo involved the boat move during late morning, which involved jump starting the red "blocker 1" car with the good battery of red "blocker 2" truck, then moving them both, getting the boat out of the yard, parking it, and re-parking the blockers. When the boat is moved, presumably to go fishing, then the 2 blockers are put back in place. In the photo you can see B2T in the right and left, and B1C being jumped, and said boat in various spots. I can only imagine what it is like in NYC where parking is really tight. -e