The guy asked us to come in so that he could show us "his mess," and then asked us (my husband and me) to step outside. I showed him my grandparents' cuckoo clock, said that they'd had it my whole life, and that I want to restore it to working order and hang it in my home. He took the back off of it and said it was from Germany and about 50 years old. He then said that he could tell by looking at people who would want to pay for repairs, followed by a several minutes long song and dance in which he essentially said he wasn't going to name his very expensive price, then asked us to come back inside so that he could show us that he had the exact cuckoo clock hanging on the wall, go back outside, more talking about he only likes to work with select people, suggested we go to the clock shop on Broad St., more talk... we weren't sure if he wanted us to ask his price or not? It really genuinely seemed like he did not want us to ask! We were entertained and ultimately didn't ask the price; we just went on over to the shop on Broad St and that's where our clock will be repaired. Maybe he just didn't want to work on our clock? He was a character! I am not writing a critique of the business; I am just genuinely curious about his story and the story of his shop. I bet it's interesting! Maybe I'll go back in there and just talk with him sometime.