I’ve always seen the office of the Coila Garage as a mystical space, a Twilight Zone kind of place, it lives in another time, and I wonder what really goes on in there, in that office, with the light and the “open” sign, there day or night. Perhaps a card game that never ends, or maybe a mystical portal back in time, to the 40’s maybe or 30’s when the big old cars cruised down small and dusty roads. Maybe a portal to another planet, far out in space. Or maybe Harold sits in there, going over his receipts and orders, putting his cigar stubb out in the ashtray. One day I’ll stop by and gather the courage to go in and see what I find.