On 6/4/07, Margie Politzer <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
My block was done last week. I thought that the continuous honking was the tow truck coming through warning everyone (twice). I only heard the honking when they started (6 am).
I thought the continuous honking was the wankers flying south for the summer. If anyone wants a pleasant break from the rigors of reading this list and finding a parking spot, let me suggest going down to Ritz at the Bourse to see "Paris, Je T'aime". It begins with a little vignette where the dude is driving around and around Montmartre trying to find a parking space. The other wouldbe parkers are remarkably polite - surprising they don't just haul out the heavy artillery and say it with shotguns like they do in New York. Anyway the dude finally finds a parking spot and is sitting there pondering his unhappy middleaged life when a mysterious woman faints beside his car. It goes on from there. -- Ross Bender http://rossbender.org/mqrtoc.html
