“Where do you live?” “Washington state. I’ve got a cliff on Orcas with a ‘fifty-one Airstream propped up against it on railroad ties. It’s held together with mold, and something that eats aluminum. I was going to build a house, but now I can’t bring myself to spoil the view.” “You’re based there?” “I’m based in this.” He toes the child-sized antique suitcase.
