Your Business is a two-truck mobile locksmith trade run out of a single workshop on the east side of town. We were apprenticed by a father, opened our own ledger in 2009, and have logged 31,400 service calls under it since. The same hand that re-keyed the church doors in 2011 will program the transponder on your sedan tonight.
The trade is a family one. Our father, J. Halloran, opened a fixed-storefront locksmith shop in 1978 across from the courthouse, where he cut keys by hand for thirty-one years. When the storefront's lease ran out in 2009, his son took the bench, the brass-shaving bucket, and the pin-tumbler kit, and put it all on a Ford E-350. The truck made its first call on a Tuesday in November.
Seventeen years on, we run two trucks instead of one, but the workshop philosophy has not changed: the smith who answers the phone is the same smith who arrives at your door, cuts your key on the truck, and writes the price into the same hand-tallied ledger we've kept since the first call. We don't subcontract. We don't dispatch from a call-center. We don't quote one price and charge another.
Each truck carries a full pin-tumbler kit, eight hundred key blanks, a transponder programmer, a safe-cracking rig, and a hand-key-cutting machine. We could re-open the storefront from either tailgate.
Every credential we hold, every association we belong to, every audit we've sat for. Documentation is on the truck and on the workshop wall — ask to see any of it.
The whole roster — every smith who might pull up to your driveway. We've kept the same four hands on the trucks for the last six straight years.
Apprenticed under his father from age fourteen. Took the bench in 2009. Specialty: high-security mortise locks and pre-1940 hardware.
Came up through automotive locksmithing in the diesel-mechanic shops. Joined in 2014. Runs all transponder & ignition work.
Trained at the ALOA national training school in Dallas. Joined in 2018. Handles commercial master-key systems & safes.
Daughter of the owner, now an apprentice. Cuts keys at the bench, runs the dispatch line, tallies the ledger every Friday afternoon.
J. Halloran II takes the workshop mobile after thirty-one years at his father's storefront. The first service call is logged on a Tuesday in November — a re-key on a brick rowhouse, billed at $52 cash.
Foxhollow Property Group hires the trade to re-key sixteen hundred apartment doors across nine buildings. The contract runs eleven weeks; we still maintain the master-key system today.
The 2014 Ford E-350 — “Bess” — replaces the original cargo van. M. Atherton joins as the second smith. The flat-rate ledger is formalized and posted on the workshop wall.
J. Halloran II earns his Certified Master Locksmith credential through ALOA's national exam. The trade adds high-security and electronic transponder service to the line card.
A 2019 Mercedes Sprinter — “Atlas” — is added to the fleet to keep up with growing automotive volume. E. Doyle joins as the third smith. We never close, not even for the pandemic.
A residential lockout on a Saturday afternoon, logged as call number 25,000 in the ledger. The customer is given a brass key blank engraved with the number, on the house.
R. Halloran — the owner's daughter — begins a formal apprenticeship at the bench. The workshop becomes a third-generation trade, on a Tuesday in October.
The ledger turns its 7,000th page. We've answered the phone for 31,400 service calls and have not subcontracted a single one. We expect to keep at it for another seventeen years, easy.
The three lines hand-painted on the workshop's east wall in 2009. They've never come down.
Every service is on the ledger. No trip charges, no diagnostic fees, no surprise add-ons. The number we tell you on the phone is the number on the paper invoice.
One of us picks up — not a call-center, not a robot. Twenty-four hours a day, every day of the year, including the holidays. The truck rolls inside thirty-one minutes on average.
The hand that picks up the phone is the hand that turns up at your door. We do not subcontract, we do not white-label, we do not dispatch a stranger to your driveway.
The dispatch line picks up twenty-four hours a day. Average response inside the 22-mile service ring runs thirty-one minutes. A paper invoice goes in your hand at the curb.