Last month my daughter and her husband moved in while their house was gutted for renovation. My driveway is small, so I gave them that space and put my old Toyota on the public street. No restricted zone. No blocked drive. One evening the only open curb sat in front of Deborah’s house. In the morning she knocked with coffee and said I would regret parking there again. I explained the renovation and the law. She said the rust bucket ruined her view every time she looked out. I thought she was joking. Deborah does not joke. She once dumped a neighbor’s flowerpots. She once threw my granddaughter’s bicycle in the trash for sitting on my lawn the wrong way. I still tried to keep the peace.

The next night I parked on the public street again after work. Dawn put a boot on my wheel and put me late. Deborah came down in her robe and laughed. She had told me I would regret the line of sight. I said a private citizen cannot seize a legal car because it offends a window. She would not hear it. I almost called the police. Then I took my daughter’s car and went to work. Calling her names would have given her the scene she wanted. I wanted a record instead.

That afternoon a driver left a package at her door and a city envelope under the knocker. Inside the envelope was a code notice.