Chronicle Seven. How we won the battle with "The Inc. Gang"
As soon as we appeared before Judge Kenneth Curfman, he quashed the injunction, and spent two hours trying to help both sides get along. Ron testified that I was "very intimidating" and to prove it, he had an apparent heart attack, and was carried off in an ambulance. (It later turned out to be an anxiety attack.) Chip was pretty belligerent about how much he had done for Tombstone. The next day, I heard that he had a heart attack too, altho this was never verified.
Previously, Mayor Dusty had notified the Gang that they had to have the Firehouse open at least 20 hours a week. Gang members volunteered to sit in the club so that it would be open, but there were really no activities other than the Hot Dog sales I already mentioned. Because Anne (Chip's wife and Club Secretary) wouldn't send me the monthly calendar, I had to go to the Firehouse to pick it up every month.
I posted the calendar in the Post Office (bulletin board for EVERYTHING that happens in Tombstone) and somebody tore it down. When I took a copy back to have it approved, the Postmaster told me that Anne had asked that it not be posted because she didn't want her phone number on public display. Of course, her number is in the Phone Book, but I didn't press the issue.
Thrown out (almost). Wanda was down at the firehouse for a quilting lesson with Jerry. They told her she couldn't come back again unless she was a member. She pointed out that it was a 501c(3) organization and she could come in any time she wanted. They called Anne. Anne came down and called the Marshal to throw us out! Marshal Talvey explained to them that ANYONE was allowed to enter the Firehouse, but only members could participate in club activities. He was very apologetic to us, because he understood what was going on.
Thrown out. Again. In yet another attempt to get a music program going, I took six Ukuleles in for the general meeting. They were eating. Only one person -- my friend Gail -- came over to find out what the heck I was doing. (He asked if they were for sale.) The rest of those bozos just sat there.
President Bill, who hadn't seen us for three months, didn't come over to say Hi or ask us what we were doing. (See? Bozos. )
The meeting started. I said I wanted to do some things with music, and Bill started in with the "You got to have insurance" spiel and Wanda exploded!! Bill, retired from 40 years of teaching school, should have been able to handle the outburst easily, but, instead, he terminated the meeting!!!
Finally, the Wheels of Justice started to turn! You can't have a private club in a City building. Mayor Dusty gave the gang 30 days to get out. They did leave, and they took EVERYTHING in the building! This included things that had been in the Firehouse for decades as well as some things that they bought.
Grand Theft... the Marshall called it... tracked down the stuff in a couple of storage units on the edge of town and brought it back to the Firehouse.
City took over. Hired a director, started keeping the facility open from 9 to 5 Monday thru Friday, serving lunch every day! Wanda took over as volunteer Activities director, I took over as volunteer Computer Guru. From a dozen salvage computers, I networked four and put one on wireless as I hot-wired the entire Firehouse for Wi-Fi.
Today. We are serving lunch to 20-30 old folks a day, featuring well-attended activities like Beading, Quilting, Line-Dance Lessons, puzzles in progress, afternoon movies on our 56" screen.
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