“Livable, Lovable Lodi.” I don’t think so! Three friends and I met for lunch today at Smack Pie Pizza to welcome our friend from Arizona on her annual visit back to Lodi.
It is always a treat to see our friend, who along with her husband once owned a jewelry store for may years in Lodi on School Street. Unfortunately, she didn’t see the comments on Facebook from “You know You Grew Up In Lodi When???” about the post office towing gig.
We were sitting out on Smack Pie’s patio when the tow trucks started their parade. We asked our friend where she parked and she told us in the handicap zone at the post office. She has Arizona license plates and definitely needs the handicap zone and did not see the sign saying otherwise. She got up out of her chair and said, “My Lord, my car isn’t there.”
Obviously, she was shocked and had no idea what to do. Thanks to Lt. Michael Jones and his associates from the San Joaquin County Metropolitan Narcotics Task Force and their cellphones who were having lunch next to us. They graciously gave our friend all the information she needed to get her car out of hock.
Yes, she was in the wrong place to park for any length of time, but in Arizona, there is no time limit. My personal opinion would be to give the car a ticket and allow that person to go to our police department to explain her situation and go from there.
Thank you again, Lt. Jones and your caring young men. No wonder my favorite color is khaki green!