When I was young my Mom and Dad lived in Guttenberg, NJ. We had a house which was surrounded by factories. One on the left, one on the right and two enclosing the back yard. Our backyard was a brick inclosed patch of grass.
My parents were immigrants so they were smart enough to appreciate what they had but knew better was possible with more hard work.
As an adult now I never got to ask my Dad how much of a hassle the parking was every day. It was street parking. Sometimes parked in the front, sometimes way down the street. Always a crapshoot and always a pain!
Eventually we moved to Florida and free parking is everywhere!
Side ally somewhere in Chicago.
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