I've never been a fan of parking garages. Those thick gray walls and that flat, blank light give me the creeps. And if we're talking underground parking, where you drive and drive and dive deep beneath the earth (claustrophobia! fun!) I'm a goner.

So already I'm in love with the fact I can park on the roof of the structure next door to my new job downtown. Plenty of free spaces, plenty of light, such a view. And just when I think it can't get better, someone rolls out a portable net.

Suddenly, all those blue lines and big circles stenciled on the cement floor make sense. Rooftop basketball. Life is good.