I awoke from a dream of my dad (now long deceased). He parked his car at the curb, rolled down the driver’s window, put the car in neutral and walked away.
There was more to the dream but this is what really stayed with me after I woke up.
I remembered my dad doing precisely as I had dreamt. It was, I suppose, parking etiquette from a bygone era when America was a simpler, more gentle place. It allowed any other driver to move your car forward or backward a few feet so he or she could park or pull out of a tight parking spot.
I hadn’t remembered or thought of this in decades.


Some people would actually leave the keys in the ignition.