My grandparents never had a paved driveway. I think it’s ridiculous to ticket people for parking there.
Until I was most of the way through 3rd grade, we didn't have a paved driveway or paved street. The driveway was crushed rock, the street gravel. Worked fine, except it was hard to shovel out in the winter. The part of the city (of ~100,000) that we lived in had been built up since at least the early 1900s, most of the other nearby streets were paved, but not ours.
Our garage was constructed of reclaimed railroad boxcar panels. The fence around our dog run was contructed of the cross pieces from old railroad telegraph poles, san insulators, but with the "pegs" the insulators sat on serving as horizonatal "slats" for the fence. Did I mention that my Dad was a World Champion scrounger?