Score: 1 for Jersey – and a big fat ZERO for the Harrisburg Parking Ticket Brigade.

Early-ish this morning, I was laying in bed- reluctant to start my day just yet- when I heard the swishing sounds of the street sweepers.

After finally coercing myself out of bed- and realizing that today may actually be a 2nd or 4th Friday- I hurried downstairs and grabbed my keys- realizing that it was, in fact, the second Friday of the month-

As I stepped out of my house- the 1989 Caprice Classic was creeping up the street- distributing those nasty little green envelopes to every errant car.

But not mine- I bolted to my beat up little red Saab- keys flailing in the air in a race of who could get to my car quicker-

And before the meter maids could start punching my license plate number into their machine- I was off like a bat out of hell-

Narrowly averted THAT parking ticket this morning.

Til next time…