The December wind was brisk as I gave Mack—Lonnie—a tour around the facility so he could get to know the layout. It was already in the forties, and the sun hadn’t even gone down. The gravel shifted a bit under our feet with each step we took. We stopped to help two customers struggling to load a couch into the back of a truck. They thanked us before we moved on.
“This is an old school setup,” I explained. “More modern facilities are climate controlled, and what-have-you. But we’re a small town, as you know, so we work with what we have. I bought this place and made a few upgrades. As you saw, the renters use a keypad to get in at the gate, and there’s a security camera recording it at all times. Everyone has twenty-four hour access. Our biggest units are ten by twenty, and these also have
