The Scaffolding Lot

Each time this resident stopped by, they were too busy, whether at 7:00 in the morning or at 6:00 at night.



Fila was the foreman who showed her around. But he had no time to talk.



Two days later he quit.



Wilson, wearing a baseball hat and Oakley shades, took over for him. But each time the resident stopped in, he had no time for her either.



This resident can't remember when the corner became a lot for scaffolding equipment. Maybe it always was.



Change happens slowly in Blissville.



From the outside it always looked chaotic. From the inside it buzzed with order and activity.



Each day the forklifts loaded up trucks with everything to do with scaffolding. Like they always had.



And then, a few weeks ago, they locked the doors. The lot is still all day long, and a little emptier.



And now it's too late to learn about its history.