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Garland Ave Parking Garage

As I drive around Fayetteville here lately, I’ve noticed parking garages popping up practically overnight, like so many mushrooms. Big mushrooms. Now, for those of you reading this who might be used to big city life, parking garages ain’t no big thing. When I was able to go visit my daughter in Santa Monica, it seemed like they were all over the place, big multistory affairs that held who knew how many cars, the gates busy all day long, digital readouts right beside them telling how many empty spots were available. Handy, that. Keeps you from driving around the thing all day only to discover there’s nowhere to park and now you’re just that much later for your appointment.

Parking garages—I think the call them structures instead of garages—make sense in that kind of setting. Real estate is a limited resource in places like LA. The big…

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