The year was 1975, the place Paoli, Penn. We were arriving at the office early to get the day’s work from our boss, the owner, Henry. In the early morning light I saw my employer’s leg, then backside appear coming out from a side window of the office as he climbed down to greet us. I’m sure the look on my face was total amazement.

Henry had his hands full of plans and folders and must have motioned to me and to look at the office door. On cue we turned to see padlocks. They were put on courtesy of the taxman. They were large and impressive and on all the outside doors – but apparently not the windows. Signs had been nailed up warning everyone about not entering the building for any reason under penalty of the law.