He was a very big man in a very small shop. He barely fit behind the counter. His shaggy head brushed the ceiling, his knees bent akimbo, and his enormous shoes, which could have doubled as planters, straddled either end of the counter. ** **He was so obviously uncomfortable, I had to ask him why his shop was so small when he was so large. He explained he had drawn up the plans for the Curio Shop while wearing his Wrong-End-of-the-Binocular glasses, which had created all sorts of problems. I ...