The City of Waterbury used to top my list of charities. It seemed every time I parked in the Brass City, the meter police would find me within a nanosecond of my coins running out and nail me for $10. I couldn't run out of the car to return a library book or drop a letter without returning to find an envelope under my wiper. This was a regular event before I wised up. So I had a nice little laugh when I came across this good old-fashioned graffito on a meter at the bottom of Church Street on Thursday.

The sentiment made me smile--St. John's Church sits alongside this meter--and the audacity of the thing made me laugh. I tried to imagine someone casually sliding a Sharpie or Marks-a-Lot out of his pocket to neatly pen this message to the City at a very busy, well-policed intersection. How do you write this while impersonating a law-abiding citizen in search of a quarter?

I don't see much of this graffiti anymore unless I open up one of Nigel Rees's amusing old books. Light moments like these are always blessings.

It's nice to know, too, that someone with a sense of humor and a marker is looking out for the church!

Anybody know if the meter police work on Sundays?