We have heard you. Arguing at the bus stop. Singing with your headphones in. We have heard your stereo at the stop light (thanks for the Gun’s N Roses). We have heard your funeral procession many times over. We have heard your squealing fan belt, your screeching brakes, your muffler scratching along the pavement.
We have been at the corner of North Limestone and Loudon for almost 7 years exactly. And upstairs you hear everything.
We have seen a lot, too. We have seen you towing your car with another car and an old piece of rope. We have seen you towing your shopping cart with your Little Rascal. We have seen you towing your Little Rascal with another Little Rascal. We have seen you in your car naked (seriously). We have seen your questionable end times prediction written in Sharpie on the side of your van. We have seen your awkward drug deals. Your drunken walk.
On our two-block stretch we have seen the birth of thriving commerce
On our two-block stretch we have seen the birth of thriving commerce: Broomwagon, Wild Fig, Chop Shoppe, Charmed Life, Minton’s, Kentucky for Kentucky, The Night Market, North Limestone CDC, Push Push Press, North Limestone Coffee and Donuts, Arcadium, and Fleet Street (where my son had his first haircut.)
We have seen businesses move on: Linda’s Cafe, the Salvadoran market in the long vacant blue building (where I first developed a taste for tamarindo soda), Supreme Service Barber Shop (where my other son had his first haircut), Willie’s Locally Known, B and B Towing, Buffalo and Dad’s.
We have seen businesses that predate us thrive: Sim’s Antiques, Al’s Bar, Maria’s Kitchen, the discount tobacco place with the great signage. The beacon of North Limestone, Thornton’s. And, of course, Rite Aid.
We are moving next -door. The building is a 1940’s cinder block garage. Most of its history is lost to me. It was Grizz’s Towing for many years. When we first moved here it was Rogelio’s Garage and Vulcanizador. It was home to a hacker collective called Collexion. There were several rock shows put on by local radio station WRFL. Most memorable was an incense-filled installation/seance/live music experience called the Drone Temple put on by Everybody Lives, Everybody Wins. In fact, our web developer Patrick DJed a New Year’s Eve show in almost the same place he sits now. The space was home to fierce ping pong competition. It was the home to muralists BroCoLoco. And now it is our home.
We have had the great fortune to go from two people staring across the desk from one another wondering what to do next to a thriving, creative business that is adding value to this community and others we work in. This building, this neighborhood has been a great place for this to happen. Great art whether it is commercial or fine speaks to our humanity. And, this corner with all of its disruptions is unabashedly human: love, grief, joy, sex, death. We have seen it all here and are thankful.
We have seen it all here and are thankful.
For more stories from our old office, read here.
To see how our office grew up, check this out.