The Best Things In Life Are Free…
I wish I could sit home with my dog curled up in my lap and get paid to write whatever brilliant thought creeps into my head. However, this is not the case. I write for myself, as it is my passion; however, I also write to make a living. Part of that “living” is being the Delaware Valley Reporter for a legal magazine. So, in my daily travels for my full-time job, I found myself in Norristown, a city I frequent three times a week. I always try and park as close to the courthouse entrance as possible; in hopes of having a short walk, so I can view my cases, and hit the road home. There are three spots next to the courthouse that I frequently park at. They take quarters at the “old school” meters, not the credit card, app scanning types that litter the rest of the block. These particular spots are not only adjacent to the courthouse, but also directly in front of a church, that doubles as a soup kitchen every weekday at noon. Usually, I am able to avoid the line