Moving...
It's not easy to uproot three tons of heavy metal and assorted other crap.
I've sworn I would never move my press again, but the gods have other plans and mysterious ways. And, well, it's only about 400 feet, really, and about 75 as the crow flies.
From the second floor of the Wilmac Warehouse, down the frieght elevator, out the green doors, through the parking lot out onto White Street, around the corner on 9th St, and into the big garage doors under Phoenix Fitness. The new heated space is right under the weight room, so we get regular bombardment from the muscle-building going on upstairs.
Hopefully, the weigthlifters will evolve into yoginis and aerobicians, which will be a lot quieter, anyway.
I'm very pleased and thankful to Wilmac, and Tim McN in particular for making this space available. Otherwise, I'd be SOL for printing this winter.
The warehouse, while lovely light streams through the west facing windows, is unheated, un-insulated, and un-usable in both heat of summer and cold of winter.
So, we'll see how the business grows and perhaps it will make sense to remodel. Meantime, we'll have a decent, if boring, space to proceed with the important work at hand!
