No, not the Panama Canal, but a parking place in the snow. The Times looks at the ways people in South Boston reserve the street parking spots they created with their own sweat by clearing away the snow piled there in heaps by plows. Having done this myself, most memorably during the Blizzard of 1978, I side with those who stake a temporary claim to such spots, against the unionized, publicly employed leftist busybodies who think you should clean the street by hand and then happily yield the spot to a passerby. After a few days, your claim expires, but it seems to me that there’s a kind of usufruct, a short-term right to enjoy that stretch of public property which would be completely unusable without the investment of your effort.
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