Further evidence Mr. Woo might be a moron. There is also parallel parking in front of his building as well as on the side so he could potentially be pinned in on two sides by mouth breathing, unwashed nose picking Woonatics, who all pitched in for a package deal on an all Woo all the time walk in the great man's shoes vacation. "Big Woo. Big Woo. Let's go swimming," they all chant in unison to their glorious God who owes them big time for their support. He won't mind letting them in, right.
And if that wooded area across the street in front of his building is privately owned, Mr. Woo could one day, depending on zoning restrictions, find himself staring at a nursing home or a four-story block of hideous condominiums like those on the Boulevard behind him. Hardy. Har. Har.