Atlas Insider: Gate Crasher
Due to some Life Things, I rearranged my schedule somewhat recently and ended up working at MDK World HQ alone on the weekends quite a bit. I don’t mind it too much; now that it’s fall, I can roll up the big glass garage doors and whistle while I work (Allison hates whistling, so there is never any weekday whistling).
I’ve mentioned before that it’s a big creaky building and while, yes, it’s in the middle of the Delicious District, on weekends it’s quite desolate. MDK sits between the weird tortilla smell-alike cabinetmaker and a vehicle rehab shop that seems to have cornered the market on banging out the dents in vintage Airstream trailers. On Saturdays and Sundays, there’s rarely anyone in the neighborhood, so it’s just me locked into the MDK compound, listening to Linda Ronstadt as loud as decibly possible.
I say “compound,” but don’t get any fancy Kennedys-at-Hyannis-Port ideas into your head. It’s more Attica than Martha’s Vineyard, with a foreboding remote controlled access gate and a chain link blackout fence surrounding the perimeter. No casual observers will ever learn our yarn secrets! All we need is a tower and a couple of stern guards to complete the illusion of a fortress.
I’ve had to climb the gate twice: once when it was iced shut and again recently when I couldn’t find my remote fob after I was sealed inside. Because I close the gate when I’m here alone on weekends, I had to climb over it to enter the code on the outside-the-gate panel to get the gate to reopen when it was time for me to drive off.
The fob was—of course—in my pocket all along. I was climbing the gate and somehow pressed the button as I was atop it. Picture the now in-motion gate slooooowly stuttering open; let’s just say it was a peak inelegant, not-the-Kennedys situation. With me high atop a moving-one-foot-per-hour fence looking like the world’s dumbest thief, it seemed more like a Nixon sort of deal, frankly.
Anyway. With MDK’s Arne + Carlos weekend coming up in November, some of you will see these sights in person. By then, I hope to have a few historical plaques installed, commemorating things like “The Time DG Climbed the Gate” and “Ann’s Parking Space By the Door: Who Does She Think She Is?” See you soon! Sign in with the guard, please.
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