Driving through the local business park is exhilarating.
The energy of each venture is fully palpable.
A whole town of plain warehouses gives no indication of success or failure. The entry doors and docks keep no regular hours. They put on no facade.
The trucks, the forklifts, the logos on the wall. Each one telling the epic journey of an idea making its way into something felt and real.
I want to stop at every one. Wander in through the roll-top door. Ask what they’re making in there. Coffee going cold on a folding table. A radio on in the back.
Who staked their claim in this building with no storefront?
Nowhere to hide.
Just operating.
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