By Bill P.
I enjoyed reading the article regarding the Downtown Parking Task Force on Thursday, Oct. 3. After years of denial, I am now ready to admit, I am a Chronic Downtown Employee Re-Parker.
It started when I moved into my office in the heart of downtown in 2001. For several years, I parked anywhere, with impunity. Then, much to my dismay, time limits were placed on many of the downtown streets and the Davis Police Department began enforcing the two-hour time limits and the re-parking rules.
How was I to juggle the demands of my job, the necessity of traveling to many locations in Davis each day, the inconvenience of the downtown D permit and the parking garage, the vandalism that seemed to occur regularly in the parking structure, and other time and location restraints? I began re-parking.
First, I had a D permit but occasionally parked and re-parked on the streets. Next, I gave up totally on the D permit and parking garage, and parked strategically on the various streets near my office. Yes, I get caught occasionally, but that does not deter me.
I should have long ago recognized the signs of my addiction: year-round daily patronage at the many restaurants and coffee shops in the downtown area; purchasing business and personal goods at the many downtown merchants; frequenting the art galleries, working with Davis Downtown, the Chamber of Commerce and the city on issues involving homelessness in the downtown area; and, yes, being the Downtown Santa Claus on many occasions some years ago.
So, now after 13 years at the same location, I must face the harsh reality that I have been labeled a scofflaw and face my addiction. Perhaps, there will be assembled a 12-Step Program for Chronic Re-Parkers to cure my addiction. Perhaps, the cure lies in the many office buildings and office parks scattered throughout the Davis area.
For now, I will take my life downtown day to day. I may still occasionally re-park. If the day comes when parking becomes metered, I may have to explore the other office buildings in Davis. It may cure me of my re-parking addiction, but I will probably never get over my addiction to Zia’s, the Posh Bagel, The Hotdogger and my Starbucks next door!
— In the spirit of Alcoholics Anonymous, the author is being identified only as Bill P.