And So This Is Winter in the West End.
A calm pervades the neighbors of the West End during these cold days as they relish in the abundance of empty parking spaces. Summer seems far far away yet there should be a new addition in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. The syndrome will be called West End Parking Phobia. You or a family member may have this condition if you or family members exhibit one or more of the following symptoms:
1. In the Summer, you don’t use your car from Thursday evening till Sunday late afternoon. You do this because if you leave your spot chances of finding one remotely in any of the state streets will result in a search of over 40 minimally minutes. In worse case scenarios you have declined invitations out of Long Beach for fear of not having a space to return.
2. You park in the East part of town and ride your bike back to the West to avoid said waiting time.
3. You and your neighbors have instituted a secret way of moving your cars in order to save spots for each other or company that will be coming down for the weekend.
4. Your car keys are never out of sight in case a beachgoer moves his/her car. If desperate you may actually convert to stalker status as a beachgoer looks like they maybe rummaging for car keys in their bag, but alas, they head for a slice of pizza.
5. The borough of your birth comes out when you’ve been known to scream from your porch “SPOT”! and your neighbors fly into action with the aforementioned secret dance of the moving vehicles.
6. You’ve received a ticket from the LBPD for double-parking in front of your house.
7. You have zero empathy for any other section of the City when they complain about parking.
All sarcasm aside the parking situation has been spiraling out of control and we all complain. The Old City Council had no answers. Will the “New” City Council address this daunting issue? We are a barrier island. There is only so much room so realistically parking will always be an issue. It does make for good conversation though.
I’m not a psychiatrist, nor do I play one on TV, but my advice is to enjoy the simple things in life. Winter is short where parking is abundant, oh except when it snows, and then we’re screwed.