Zak was his name. I didn't know him but I recall he was hit exiting Belle Isle on bicycle. That story stuck with me and made me a slightly more defensive rider.
My experience with the place was not unlike you describe, though I'll say it had a welcoming, "good-weird" vibe rather than an unscrupulous, seedy vibe. It felt like a true independent business and a community making the most of their resources.
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