I showed this thread to my dad and it brought back a lot of memories for him and his friends of the 6o's-70's living there most notably some horrific accidents that happened along that stretch of I95 but generally all the parties over there and how once you got from work on Friday you really did not have to leave till Monday cause everything you needed was right there assuming your car was still there, sans not being stolen, or up on crates. He told me one Thanksgiving day he had to go to catch a Liquor store before it closed and somebody offered him $20 for his parking space when he came out the elevator he found his brand new Buick Electra 225 up on 4 Milk crates, the guy felt so bad for him he told him to keep the $20:lol: