Raymond kept on top of what we needed to do; he and Jim, the computer wizard who ran the internet portion of Wired, were the main players in the reconstruction. They really knew what they were doing.
Raymond gave me a list of items to acquire that were all hardware, so knowing that my father could give us a discount and knowing even better that going to him instead of walking into Lowe’s looking for items in a huge store by myself, I ventured back home and picked up the required materials, dutifully playing my part as always.
As the days went by, Lily ran into her next major problem: the bureaucracy of the Dothan Health Inspectors and Safety Departments and whatever other departments that turned out to be problematic for her at that time.
The Safety Inspectors had told Lily to go ahead and take care of the building, after which they would come in and explain what needed to be changed and upgraded and so on after that.
But the Health Inspector’s first words upon her entrance to Lily was, “You all should have had the Building Inspectors come in to check things out first before you did any work on this building.”
Lily immediately countered with, “The Building Inspectors told us to go ahead and work on the building first.”
The Health Inspector turned out to be a rude, inconsistent, and flaky sort of woman; it was only with great difficulty and persistence that Lily would be able to get in touch with her, and even then the woman would often not show up at the appointed times.
This continued for some time, with various complaints about what Lily was or wasn’t doing correctly, and even though we had everything cleaned, set up, and ready for business, the business license department’s emissary would refuse to show up.
Several days I left college excitedly thinking I would step into the newly functioning, freshly opened ReWired, only to arrive disappointedly at the beautiful coffee house that was not officially open for business.
Finally, the day arrived; we knew for a fact that the licensing department would arrive, and we frantically ran around fluffing pillows, straightening up any final touches that were necessary, sweeping behind the counter, and then…
…in a very anti-climactic, non-explosive moment, ReWired went from being the little business that could potentially be to the little coffee house that WAS. This moment, in external reality, was undetectable at best, but internally, we were all just thrilled that our hard work had finally paid off!
All it took was a month and a half of non-stop team work to accomplish it! Of course, I mostly just got in the way, but that’s not unusual. Later Lily would praise my dedication for having been there every single day. I lived right down the road at the time, so it wasn’t problematic at all!
There’s nothing more disheartening than saying, “We have to be open in two weeks because the rent is due,” and not being able to open when that time comes. Lily’s method of coming up with the money must have been nothing short of God’s own providence, and I’ll never know how she did it.
So that’s how Wired transitioned, cocooned, and blossomed into ReWired: a long, tiring process of memories and experiences that I would not trade for the world. It’s a strange thing for someone like me who believes that cleanliness is second only to godliness to remember enjoying being covered in plaster, dirt, and sweat, but the fruits of our labor made the price worth it, and plus I always kept in mind that a hot shower would fix the problem.