Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Evolution of a Dream Part 2


 This is part two in the story of how the Bailey Country Store and Sasquatch Outpost came to be.

We had to move all the old fridges & freezers out of the store,
some of which dated back to the 50's.  

"They don't make 'em like they used to!".  These machines were made of steel - I think we
took four of them down to the metal recycling place and they weighed 3000 lbs plus!

One day our new friend Dan - who called himself an atheist - pulled up in front of the
store with a trailer and donated every power tool he owned to the church.  He'd decided
to move to Texas and felt "impressed' to give us his tools.  We rebuilt the whole store through
his generosity.  He's not an atheist anymore.
 RED TAG DAY









September 5th, 2012.  I was planning out our next steps for the store when a fellow walked in and in a very gruff manner asked me what were were doing.  Without really waiting for an answer, he declared that we were remodeling without a permit and 
cited us for being in violation.  As he attached the red tag to the door he made it very clear that "No Work" was to be done until we applied for and received our remodel permit.  This would prove to be a very frustrating, two-month process.  The county building inspector became my ever-present nemesis.  It seemed like he showed up every second day due to some complaint from our neighbors.  One time a deputy Sheriff showed up and told me that the complaint they'd received was that we were "blowing asbestos" out of the building (??)  How exactly does one do that?  We got to the point where the rumors and gossip going on about us and the new store were really amazing!   I got tired of all the whining, so I made a couple of signs that I put in the window: "We're doing Asbestos we can to get back to work!" and "Free Asbestos; inquire within".  I thought it was hilarious, but the next thing I knew an agent from the State Health Department in Denver was at the store, looking through the windows.  He called me and declared that we had a "probable Asbestos spill" and that no one should be in the building.  I asked him if it took special training to identify Asbestos by looking through a window.  He didn't think it was funny.
All that's behind us now.  

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