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My wife parallel parks better than me
Wow. I said it. Right there in the title of this blog post. A headline. Wasn't as hard as I thought. Neither was getting out of our car yesterday after I'd mangled my first attempt at getting into a fairly tight parking space on a cross-street between LIberty and Commercial, conveniently near the Salem Art Fair in Bush Park. "There's a spot!" my passenger-seated wife had yelled out a minute or so before. "I think it's too small," I told her, not entirely accurately. Because actually what had gone through my mind as I glanced at the size of the…
