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    A Parking Receipt and Solidarity

    Since August 19, I’ve carried around with me a crumpled parking Muni-Meter receipt.Here’s why.  I was pulling into a parking space on 41st Street near Madison Avenue in Manhattan about 8:00 p.m.I’m just about to get out of the car when another car – an SUV with two women in it – pulls up next to me and signals me to roll down the window.I do so and the person in the passenger seat hands a parking meter receipt with two hours remaining on the meter.She simply says, “It’s got 2 hours left; we thought you could use it.”A bit surprised, I say a simple “thank-you” and smile at one…