Tyler Glover stood inside his own wound.
The walls of what used be his restaurant were blackened with ash. Smears from the fire department’s hoses looked like a nine year old’s ecstatic finger paintings.
The building and everything in it was a total loss.
“Oh god, Virginia, this was everything I had. This was my life.” He said, falling to his knees in the middle of the debris.
“Well, that doesn’t exactly speak to your opinion of your wife of only forty-eight years.” His wife joked gently.
“It’s just walls and things. We’re the heart and soul of this place. The rest all be fixed as good as new.”
“That takes money. Money we don’t have. Hell, money we’ve never had.”
“Ty, we’ll find the money. You’re the Mayor of Orange Mound, the biggest damn cheerleader this community’s ever had. And this building’s place as been here long as anyone can remember.”
She pulled her husband to his feet.
“People will remember that. They’ll remember you. And then everything will be just fine. You’ll see.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Cause if they don’t, I’ll knock their heads in. Now, c’mon. Let’s get this place cleaned up.”
Tyler Glover is affectionately known as the mayor of Orange Mound, a title bestowed upon him by a previous mayor of Memphis. His restaurant, Tyler’s Place, was know as the City Hall of Orange Mound. In 1998, after an electrical fire, the future of the restaurant was uncertain. Thankfully, several community organizations banded together to get Glover the money he needed to keep his doors open.