On my way home from work this evening, driving east on Greenfield Ave., I turned right onto 86th St. to see what the parking situation was like.
Dead. Very, very dead. When I got to my block, there was not one car on one lawn... as a matter of fact, there was a parking space available on the street right across from our house. Nobody was even outside waving cars in. Was it the forecast of a hot, humid day? Or was it the forecast of potentially heavy rain in the evening?
Last year (on State Fair Monday) when I got home from work, My-Sugar-Na had parked one car on the lawn. We took that fiver to Capri on 84th & Beloit for their lasagna special. Today, she decided we were going there without first parking a car. Such heresy, I say.
As I first slump into the recliner to get some energy to go out, we begin to watch the local “bleeding heart or scare people needlessly entertainment program". Those friends we can count on did a story on a family that lives on 84th St., across from the Fairgrounds, that has been parking cars since about 1755. As a matter of fact, this family knocked down a garage wall so that cars could drive directly through to the back of the lot. Of course, the professional journalists that they are, bring us the story as if residents parking cars in their yards first happened on Saturday. But they work in Brown Deer... they can't be expected to know about something attended by only 800,000 people per yer.
I thought that was funny. The slowest day of the year at the Fair, and they run a story on family parkers.