The floors were swept, the cornucopia of stuff hanging from the ceiling taken down and the giant devil head transported eastward in the back of a pickup truck beneath strangely sunny skies.
The Roman gladiator, our guardian, was carefully moved and the private museum of bad art (paintings of big-eyed children and garage sale macrame) that decorated the employee bathroom was dismantled and put in storage, pending final negotiations for transfer to the Smithsonian.
Computers unplugged, phones disconnected and final readings for power, gas and water were made.
At 3:37 p.m. I said, “Shut her down, Shana.” Click, click, click, went the lights for the last time. And it was done. Darkness comes to Ballard. And we are gone.
Thanks to all our loyal friends and fans and the Jacobsen family, for letting us be our eccentric selves on the west end of NW Market St. the past 10-1/2 years — seven days a week, seeing people come in grumpy or stressed and seeing most people leave happy. It is what we do here, our simple purpose in a crazy world.
Thanks to all for spending some of your hard earned money with us, for getting our jokes and giving us meaning in our lives!
Now it’s on to Wallingford and a new saga starting at 9 a.m. Monday morning!
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