I don't know, and I'm not asking.
All I know is that I was back there poking around for some streamer hackle and my foot started sliding. I look down and I'm standing on this speckled purple floor mat, then I notice the price tag
I picked it up and leaned it gently against the wall, and the next time I went in there it was back out in the middle of the floor again. It became a running joke and now everytime I go in there I check on it.
I love a flyshop with character, and Reading's with it's perpetual state of ongoing construction is loaded with it. It's like the Winchester mansion. I like to imagine little Gremlins crawling out from under rocks in the wee hours of the night, moving stones around and mixing up little teacup sized wheelbarrows full of concrete. The fact that nothing will ever get completed in our lifetime is heart warming. There's no blueprint to any of it, it is all a dream from another dimension.