Searching for a spot under the sun
Note: This column appears in the 5/17 issue of The Glendale Star and the 5/18 issue of the Peoria Times. One of the few things on which my wife and I have failed to find common ground is parking. I’m pretty sure this is a normal disagreement, not necessarily indicative of the male/female relationship. It is, rather, a fence that separates us all, regardless of gender. She needs to find the best spot; I don’t care. I will take any open spot in the general area, and I will never loop around to another aisle of parking. I repeat: I will not loop . There is no hope on the other side. I have been fooled by too many motorcycles and Smart Cars to believe otherwise. My take is: what’s the big deal? So we have to walk a little farther. Walking is good exercise, and I’d much rather be walking towards the entrance than driving around like a doofus looking for a spot 20 feet closer. I loathe looking for parking. It’s a necessary evil in life in which I will invest as litt...