THE PARKING SPOT WAR
Book One of The Crackerjack Chronicles
None of this happened.
There is no Calle 38. No committee. No Aviso. And there is certainly no bucket.
What there is: a Canadian in flip-flops who came down to Playa del Carmen with a winter coat and a bad back, left the coat at the airport on purpose, and built an entire life around watching one street from a plastic chair.
Then a Suburban from Ohio parked where his bucket was standing.
What follows is a border dispute conducted in two languages: a passive-aggressive note, a committee nobody asked for, a treaty negotiated on a curb over coffee, and a five-gallon bucket named El Capit n who has survived two run-overs, one municipal cleanup, and does not move.
Fifteen feet of asphalt. One immovable bucket.
Book One of five short comic novels. Each reads on its own; together they run in order.