After the somewhat overwhelming welcome from the municipal office staff, I hefted the heavy equipment bags containing Mark's requested electrical components and made my way toward his makeshift workshop.
The familiar sounds of his work greeted me as I approached—the intermittent buzz of electrical equipment, the soft hum of cooling fans, and the occasional spark of welding work. Mark's dedication to his electrical grid project had become legendary among the municipal office community, and his workshop reflected that single-minded focus with workbenches covered in circuit boards, spools of copper wire, and various electronic components salvaged from across the region.
"Mark?" I called, pushing open the heavy metal door with my shoulder while balancing the equipment bags.
"Finally!" Came his enthusiastic response from somewhere deep within the organized chaos of his workspace. "Brat, please tell me you managed to find everything on my list."
