One day a local government official told him he would have to vacate his workshop and office because it was located in an area reserved as a retail zone.
For all of our supposed no-nonsense pragmatism, Americans are romantics, and one of the things we love most is the idea of the lone-wolf capitalist: the intrepid, solitary genius who toils in a lab or workshop or office, and suddenly comes up with some startling invention or new way of doing business.