My Incredibly Unremarkable Life
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When I got my first driver's license, back in the dark ages (1953), we had to be able to do three-point turns AND parallel park. There were almost no shopping centers so this was a very handy skill.

When we returned to Florida in 1968 the "downtown" area of Cocoa had one-wayed the streets, so that I frequently had to parallel park on my left. I managed to learn that new skill fairly well.

I park on the street at my Tuesday appointments in New Orleans and frequently have to parallel park. Today was no exception, and it was a space on my left side. Usually I'm in without any back-and-forthing, but this afternoon some nice people had moved their cars up a bit to give me more room, so I had an audience. And, of course, I didn't make it on the first shot. But with the proliferation of mall parking lots, not everybody learns to parallel park, and those that do don't get much practice at it.

Parking at Tulane is simply a matter of nosing into a marked place with a sign at the end of it that says Must have a Tulane Handicapped Parking Permit. Which I don't, but I combine my DMV handicapped tag with the visitor parking tag I keep recycling and nobody has complained. It's probably a matter of not enough "cops" to bother with parking tickets combined with significantly fewer students and therefore not the old parking crunch that existed when I went there.

Today's work continued with files about the Newcomb Centennial. Mignon Faget (designer of fantastic jewelry) designed a commemorative plate for it. It was a good fund-raiser that helped pay for the celebration. At any rate, every single order for a plate got filed, and they sold about 300 of them. I talked with the archivist and then found a list of who had bought them. The individual copies bit the dust and created some more room in the archives box.

When I got back home today I had a minor parking problem--Bad Cat wanted to walk in front of my car as I came down the driveway and turned to park. I pretty much crossed my fingers when I could no longer see her and drove very very slowly. She's not totally stupid and stayed away from the wheels.

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