I worked regular shifts in the cafe for some time, which I enjoyed in the extreme. I also got to trip out on coffee. I love making coffee. I love coffee!
The day my girlfriend left for school back east, a friend took me out to cheer me up. He brought me to the Speakeasy Cafe to show me ‘The Internet.’
One day, just days before our scheduled opening, our electrical inspector was doing the final inspection and asks, ‘where are the UL listing numbers for all the ethernet cables that connect all the computers?’
One day, I was walking from the Pike Place Market to our apartment in Belltown. On the way, there was a sign on a door of a building at 2nd and Bell about a Speakeasy, and there were activities and construction inside.
I was never paid, but got free coffee and colocation for my Linux web server. I also donated the original rack of modems, which served the RAIN terminal network and hosted the first Speakeasy dial up service.
I started hanging out there during the construction. Eventually, I decided Speakeasy needed someone like me.
I literally began at Speakeasy digging ditches, when I wasn’t trying to get my ‘Internet in a burlap sack’ working.
In September of 1994, my childhood friend, whom I knew as Gretchen Hage, came over to my Alki Point beach cabin with her husband Mike Apgar.