I mean, they’d only had this place a year and they were in the process of updating everything when the fire happened. It just happened that way. They painted the stairwells, fixed the air conditioning. A few years ago the air used to go out and it would be out two or three days and you couldn’t even be in here. I was about to go to Lowe’s and buy a window unit air conditioner. They got that straightened out now, though. These people here are great.
They’re trying to put a lot of support groups together, too—men’s groups, women’s groups, diabetes support groups, AIDS groups, all kinds of stuff like that. They’re even talking about having a resident doctor staying here. And there’s that vegetable truck that comes by once a week.
Byron, the new maintenance man, does everything he can. He goes out of his way to make sure everything works right. But he’s running around trying to keep a hundred-year-old ship afloat. He does everything he possibly can to keep it clean and keep up with what he’s got to work with. There’s a hotline that anybody can call from their room and they’ll have somebody here just like that. Byron will be down here, even if it’s in the middle of the night.
That mayor we have now—I saw on the Internet where he had time to go take a picture with a puppy on National Puppy Day or something like that. And he was the one talking about needing sprinklers in the building. The mayor said we need sprinklers and was raising hell with PK Management. That man’s office is right here outside the front door. The Patten Towers is neighbors with the Mayor of Chattanooga. Now you’re telling me he has time to go take a picture with a dog but it took this old building catching on fire and all these people being out on the street for him to figure out that the Patten Towers needs sprinklers? What’s (expletive) up is this place has always had sprinklers. They just never worked.
It’s about like that cop. It’s always somebody else’s responsibility. “Don’t call me.”