From the Toronto Star:
Tucked between Screamers House of Horrors, a $12.95 prime rib special and a slew of motels with heart-shaped Jacuzzis is a near-empty parking lot where the attendants, on the first Saturday in June, are parked on lawn chairs.
The odd vehicle cruises by on the once-gridlocked main drag.
Mike Piccirillo, who owns four downtown parking lots that would be jam-packed with U.S. licence plates in years past, waves two 20-dollar bills in the air to show his brother how business is that sunny afternoon.
“It’s dead around here. After my expenses, this is all the money that’s left over. It’s ridiculous,” he says.
“Everybody’s hurting,” adds his brother, Charlie Piccirillo.
“Heaven forbid if the currency ever hits par with the U.S.”