| But the good times didn't last long. Three or four months afer we moved into our new shop, a 110 mph Chinook wind roarded down the mountain, tore off the roof, and blew in the cinder block walls. I couldn't believe the damage. The only thing left standing was the bathroom and the fireplace, and I didn't ahve any insurance.
BNL: What were you feeling then?
CO: As I stood there that morning looking at the devastation, the wind still blowing so hard you had to crawl to keep from being blown over, someone handed me a bottle of whisky. I took a big swig and started picking up the hundreds of pieces of paperwork blowing about. Work orders, inquires, bills, caught in bushes, fences, and other tight places. The phone rang, I crawled under a section of the roof resting on my roll top desk, "Hello, we're not open today, could you call back next week?"
You just started doing what had to be done. Start cleaning up the mess, start moving to a new location. Fortunately, I had some great friends, and they pitched in. We moved everything to a rented warehouse the next two days and were back in productin within a month. The old building materials were recycled and reused. With the help of friends, a lawsuit, and a new contractor, the shop was back up again in a few months. This time, slightly bigger and with the roof firmly attached, and walls poured solid with concrete and steel.
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