I bid adeiu to the Haulers, Peddlars, and Colbblers Bank an walk accross the street to the truck parked over up along the Square Park. There I see Ernie standing just off the front hood, holding a tall yellow pole. He is looking accross to where the main street zigs by the School. I look to see that Greg McIntryre in the back of the township ElCamino aiming something on a tripod in the direction of the big yellow stick Ernie is holding.
"What ,’" I start.
"Shhhhhh!" Ernie motions for quiet.
"What is going on here?" I ask Ernie in a more quiet tone.
"We’re in the process of taking very precise measurements," Ernie answers astutley.
"Of What?" I ask still confounded.
"Of the distance your truck is parked from the curb," Ernie answers, "We want to make sure you are within the legal guidelines."