I growed" up in Berkeley , California in the 60's, and sold fruit and wreaths in front of my familiy,s store.
The police came by one day and said I needed a permit to do so
Well, the very next day I dragged my 10 year old brother down to city hall, and started the process of getting a D@#$mm permit.
After 4-5 hours of total occupation of their time, they just said "we'll call you"
We made good money for the next several years.
I am now a county Planning Commissoner, and I treat everyboby, with fair case and just reason.
No gloating intended. =- NGI