“If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay….You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.” -The Great Gatsby
Our days leading into city inspections were comprised of measuring, drilling, tiling, grouting, caulking, lugging heavy things down to basement, wrestling with the toilet, painting, hauling heavy things upstairs, removing basement clutter left behind from the previous tenant (of which included random cement cinder blocks, bins of dry goods going bad, 50 cans of paint I kid you not, large framed paintings that were a bit on the frightening side) vacuuming infinite layers of dust, moving equipment around, purchasing big heavy things from Home Depot and miraculously transporting them in Ed’s mini hatchback, nailing things to the wall, sweeping, tongue oil-ing, mopping, fixing leaky pipes, repairing refrigerators, moving heavy equipment around some more and sanitizing, scrubbing the floors, washing the walls, attacking unsightly holes with gooey foam spray, getting more heavy things from Home Depot, wiping down endless surface areas, and doing our best to control unceasing saw dust accumulation from our Alter Ego friends constructing all the wonderful things in the front of the house.
We knew exactly what we were working towards: to get Ruxbin open. And we knew that we’d inevitably be granted the green light from the City. But when we were in the thick of it, delirious from lack of sleep and/or inhaling too much dust and cleaning product fume, the thought of passing through inspections seemed like such a faraway notion. Thankfully our due diligence paid off big time. We passed!