Score Factory was imagined at a kitchen table in 1985. Cards, gloves, bats, a counter and a good floor. The shop was never opened. The name was never filed. It stayed with the family, passed between brothers and sons, a thing spoken about on slow afternoons and then set down again.
It is held here now, under its own roof, with no particular hurry. What it becomes next is still being worked out. What it is already — is enough.