On October
9,1967 Jeff was was in the fourth year of his Seven
Years to Graduation plan at San Diego
State College. It wasn't a university
then. Running late to class, he chose to
park in a vacant Faculty Spot and was nailed by
the campus police. Two days later he was
in a similar situation and realized he could
outwit the parking authorities. He placed
the two-day old ticket under his windshield
wiper and headed off to class. Not long
after, apparently, I happened to be headed to
class and noticed a policeman next to Jeff's
easily-recognizable 1938 Powder Blue 4-Door
Chevrolet. When the officer left I
wandered over and took a look at the
ticket. Jeff had apparently acquired a
second citation, written on the original ticket,
by one A. E. Moore. I removed the ticket
from under the windshield wiper, added a snarky
comment on the back, and went on my way.
That afternoon Jeff arrived home at our
apartment on the boardwalk in Mission Beach
wearing a smile and waving the ticket.
"Good one," he chortled, referring to my written
comment. He didn't pay the ticket, of
course, and -- by his own count -- would
eventually acquire a total of 12 parking
citations. Not a problem -- until it came
time to get a diploma. He says he only had
to pay for 8 of them. He surmises that the
others were no longer valid due to the Statute
of Limitations.
