A good con. Four days of sprinting was too long. The population of sprinters dropped by about one third a day so on the last day there was almost no one.
I left my car parked on the street and it wasn't towed, which is nice. There was at least some snow in Boston but not enough for a "snow emergency." If an emergency is declared they tow all the cars on one side of the street to make plowing easier (you have to move to a muni parking lot or school playground for a day). Technically you have to move your car every 48 hours but in Somerville this is rarely enforced. An alternate theory is that I have an angel on my shoulder in the form of the ladies down at the office of Traffic and Parking. I'll write up the full story some day but the short version goes like this:
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Me: I'm here to pay my tickets.
Ladies: You total due is ... oh my god.
Me: [present $2700 in cash]
Ladies: Why aren't you yelling?
Me: I can, would it help?
Ladies: No .. but why are you smiling?
Me: It can't hurt.
Ladies: I have a niece about your age...
My post-con TODO list includes getting some of the Boston Twisted guys into Sunday bowling and dropping by the Tabblo office with a case of beer in exchange for the nickel tour.