Paved Paradise: How Parking Explains the World

by Henry Grabar

“All these motherfuckers talk about Cabrini-Green, as if they’ve ever been there in their life,” she said. In Fremont, she heard someone freak out that they’d never get their mail again, since postal workers didn’t go to low-income neighborhoods.

“Can I please ask: please think about housing people more than housing cars. That’s all I have to say. Thank you.”

This part.

In Chicago, “dibs” is in effect after a snowstorm, and the implements of dibs (painstakingly recorded by the hundreds on the “Chicago Dibs” Tumblr) might include a piano bench, a wheelchair, a car door, two vacuum cleaners, a chair with a few complimentary beers, a grill, a fully set dining room table, and all manner of Nativity figurines, including a mannequin torso perched on a board between two cinderblocks with the message “The body of Christ compels you not to take my spot”

!!!!

Pop culture is even worse, since protagonists always seem to find a spot right in front of the restaurant—when parking gets shown at all.

Lol very true, except for Seinfeld