I drove the Volks down to the Dana Point Marina entrance and, after working my way through the ruts of dried mud, up to  Butch’s front door. It was closed, with a note taped to the handle: “If you sell vacuum cleaners or Encyclopedia Britannica’s then come right in.”

I smiled. The man was amazing, not to mention original…like either of those kinds of door-to-door salesmen would ever dirty their shoes to approach a trailer that only some construction worker or manager might inhabit. I tried the door, adding to the humor. I knocked loudly.

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