Funeral home half a block away, active church across the street, entertainment venue at the end of the fence – everybody interested in parking across the driveway.
Early on I scrounged an orange metal NO PARKING sign from some student trash which I put out now and then in a pinch. Knowing where it came from, I realize it could always be swiped again so I’m careful. Basically you just have to make your peace with the cars and drivers. We’ve only had to tow twice.
There’s my orange sign, looking entirely official but wholly my own, undoubtedly swiped by the students from whom I got it.