For 11 years, a battered green Honda Civic, bursting at the seams with books. Why does this car have all these book in it? More importantly, how has it managed to remain in seemingly the same spot for 11 years? Hit the jump to find out the answers.
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Charles Mysak has sold books from the back of his Honda parked at the corner of Columbus Avenue and 68th Street in Manhattan for 11 years. He’s been towed at least three times, gotten more tickets than he can count, and battles parking police regularly. Why does he stay? More importantly, how?

“Parking enforcement is a conspiracy against the laity, going back to, you know, medieval times,” Mysak says, getting more worked up as he continues. “As far as I’m concerned, most parking enforcement actions are predatory in nature: they’re anti-business, anti-commerce, and by definition, anti-New York.”

Mr. Mysak is chomping on a big stogie and looking out over his corner of Columbus Avenue as he tells me about the history of trying to park in New York City. “No citizen in this city, dating back to the 19th century for god’s sake, would have their horse taken, or their carriage taken, by an enforcement authority.” And yet, he’s had to fight to get his tattered and beat-up green Honda Civic back from the city on more than one occasion. He shows up to work from his home in New Jersey every morning at around 6:30 to begin setting up his table, pulling crates of books and old records out of his car, which spends every night out in the Upper West side of New York.
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