I didn’t even know this “mecca” existed as a place where you could actually drive up to it, get out of your car and walk in. There’s an actual storefront someplace?
I’ve always had this picture of André sitting with a laptop in a basement full of all kinds of yoyos, off to one side a little bowl of Kraft Easy Mac getting cold on top of a laser printer spitting out invoice after invoice. His hair all a mess, gripping a Bic pen in his mouth, wild eyed desperately attempting to keep track of inventory and get orders ready for shipping. A mail truck backs up to his garage door every afternoon, a weary carrier loading up another load of yoyos to be delivered around the globe.
A real location you say. A brick and mortar shop with a canvas awning out over the front window? Inside there are glass cases of Dark Magic IIs, Gnarwhals, Spyder IIs, and the like? Walls with less expensive throws and bulk string hanging on pegs? A cash register with point of purchase temptations like One Drop 10 bearings and counterweights? Look there, hanging on one wall, an aged and browning photo of Donald Duncan with Pedro Flores shaking hands hanging in a frame, the glass is cracked just a little bit in one corner. A Duncan O-Boy sits in a little dusty shadow box under that picture. There is plenty of open area out in the middle of the place for trying out different throws. It used to be just a wooden floor, but André threw down a large area rug so people didn’t ding up the trial samples.
Like that? Is it anything like that?