There is a place, on good ol cape cod, a place where the ocean breeze flows high above, and the sun shines down onto a piece of land where there are not many trees, some small gardens that in summer bloom with vibrant colors, and the lawn is green and lush. Down a drive of 300 feet or so in garage built for two, you can find a man with scraps of metal and a welder, and this mans name is Lou.