I lived in this house for 14 years when one day I came home from the grocery store to find City workers painting a 25 foot yellow stripe on my curb where I park my car. My house is only 25 feet wide. It is a duplex, so the other side of my house where my daughter lives with her nine children also has 25 feet of parking space. So, unless I take my daughter’s parking spot next door which I have no intention of doing, I have no where to park except in front of the church. I do have a large garage about 300 feet from the house that I would use if :
1. I didn’t have COPD and could walk the distance from the garage (we call it a barn) to the front of the house; or
2. My first husband’s muscle car wasn’t in it.
I brought this to the attention of the Mayor of my town. He recommended that I park in front of the church. About two months later, I noticed City workers painting a 25 foot bright yellow stripe in front of the church where I was parking my car. I called the Mayor, stated my name, and said, “I’m getting a lawyer.” “Now, wait a minute Ms. Morrow,” he said. “Let me look into this.” He did, and the bright yellow stripe in front of the church is now painted gray, the color of cement.
Who says you can’t fight City Hall.