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2006.02.11 One More Step
2006.02.03 For Rent
2006.01.30 Forty four dead stone lions
2006.01.11 Dying
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2005.12.23 Missing
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2005.12.08 Look both ways
2005.11.29 'Nuff said
2005.11.23 40,724 and counting
2005.11.21 Changing Your Grass
2005.10.30 Going Home
2005.10.25 One Year
2005.10.23 Riddle:
2005.10.19 With a Whimper
2005.10.18 Four Dollar Muffins
2005.10.17 Cherry Bank, Part III
2005.10.12 Cherry Bank, Part II
2005.10.10 Cherry Bank, Part I
2005.09.20 English?
2005.09.11 Bigfoot Springs Eternal
2005.08.18 Garlicissimo
2005.08.09 Invisible
2005.08.08 Towed
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Towed
So, life is full of first times. First time to ride a bike. First kiss. First apartment. First job.

And first car towing.

ParkingTicket

I guess it was the hard way to learn that the minimum distance that must be left between one's car and the nearest corner or sidewalk at an intersection in Vancouver is 6 meters. 6 meters! That's like half the width of the block. Two whole cars, nearly. I can't believe people actually leave that much space. Or maybe they don't, and the parking police simply use their discretion on which cars are too close to the corner for their tastes, always knowing that practically anything they're in the mood for is covered by the law.