Dave Goldman was sitting on a well-worn chair in the back of the two-station garage at Boulevard Station. He had started a conversation and then his cell phone buzzed.
"Give me a second," he said.
He answered, then started to listen, and said: "It's an Amphicar, right? Bring it in. We'll take a look."
It took him awhile to convince the other party the only solution was to bring it to the garage. When he was finished, I asked Dave: "What's an Amphicar?"
He took a puff on his skinny little cigar, a Backwoods Honey Berry, and said:
"Made in England for five years starting in 1960. Only a few thousand. It's a boat and a car. You put 'em together and you have a bad boat and a bad car. There's a hobby club out here on Lake Minnetonka, so we see a few here."
Goldman grew up in St. Louis Park. When the other Jewish kids in the neighborhood were going to synagogue or Hebrew school, the Goldman boys were in the garage tinkering with all things mechanical.
"My mom Libby — she's still with us, a remarkable woman — would get upset on Saturdays if we had the garage door open,'' Goldman said. "She didn't want the neighbors to know we were out there working on Shabbat."