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In the winter of 2001, my wife, Hilary and I moved to Madrid, Spain. We had just finished school
and decided to start an adventure working overseas. We packed what little furniture we had and sent
it sea freight to Europe. When we arrived we found an apartment and went furniture shopping. The
furniture we ordered would take six to seven weeks to arrive and the shipment of our belongings would
not arrive much sooner. Very quickly we realized that the hardwood floors in our apartment were called
“hardwood” for a reason and eating in the bathroom so that one of us could sit on the toilet was going
to get old fast.
So we ventured out into the streets and found a few oriental rugs stores. We looked at several rugs
and decided to buy one. It was a 7 X 10 Persian rug and it improved the seating conditions dramatically.
Later that year, my parents visited and for something to do, I took them rug shopping. Seven months
earlier when Hilary and I purchased our first rug, my Spanish was good enough to get lost. Now, I could
understand what was being said pretty well and found out that the rug we bought was actually twenty to
thirty years old. Amazed and impressed that an oriental carpet could look new after that many years, I
went home and inspected the rug and was again shocked to find that it was older than I had previously
thought.
But the consequence of the second visit to the store was that I found the whole rug shopping experience
to be a lot of fun. Shop owners and their employees would throw what I thought to be delicate, fragile
oriental carpets from one pile to the next while I surveyed each in search of our next rug. It never
happened. At the time, we didn’t have a lot of money to spend and the practicality of buying another rug
was just not feasible, so I would have to leave it at the store. The result of all this was that I never
ran out of reasons to go to an oriental rug shop.
We moved back to the United States in 2002 and went to work for Hilary’s family business. Occasionally
I would find a rug store and again go looking for a rug Hilary and I might want in our home. We eventually
ran out of floor space in our house because we saw so many we could not resist. And then it hit me.
I had probably seen hundreds of rugs that would have looked great in our home, maybe thousands. I could
never have that many, our house is not large enough, but a store would allow me to buy as many rugs as I
wanted, provided I could sell them. And so, Rugs of Kaibab L.L.C. was born.
Many people have asked me where or what Kaibab is, and there is an answer to each. Kaibab National
Forest is near to our home in Northern Arizona. And, Kaibab is also our St. Bernard.
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