Mr. Espada was outside chatting on his cell phone. Unfortunately by the time we found parking 3 blocks away he was gone. I was kind of looking forward to letting him know my feelings. (To be honest the part of me that is a slave to Bronx parking was hoping he would skedaddle back to Mamaroneck so I could get a spot right in front of the building in which I live). May we add that he's a touch over the yellow line, in case we have any traffic cops as readers looking to give a ticket.
BoogieDowner will let you know if Mr. Espada spends the night at his "primary residence" here in Bedford Park.
I guess Mr. Espada is realizing he has to give the old college try at pretending to live here with all the investigations into his residency and whatnot.