>After my dad “enjoyed his visit to the South Pacific” as a United States Marine (World War II), he returned to be with us in San Francisco. Within one half block of our house on 18th Street, there were three grocery stores. It was around 1947 and I can recall my dad getting into his car and driving to one of the three stores for a pack of cigarettes. The distance was about 300 feet, and he would find a place to park in front of the store, as there were not too many cars in the city at that time compared to today.
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>If today you can find a parking place within three blocks of our old house consider yourself lucky!

What do you think we were looking at when we were buying the house? :) One good spot in front, and two spots behind. I'm not using the one in front except when I need to unload something that I don't want to carry through the kitchen, because there's a chance it may be in use. There's a rental project on the other side of the street, and their visitors sometimes have trouble finding a spot.

One of the major troubles with the cars is that they take up space when not in use :).