Jim Nakano is the Donutman. I drove up at 8:30am on a saturday, and he sees me and I get a heroes welcome. “Come on in back,” he says waving his arm, leading me to the right side of the building where I enter. Jim in back and all smiles like an uncle who you haven’t seen in a year. He’s busy since they’re actually closing early since it’s a day before Easter. A few people are lined up to buy his special brand of donuts, perhaps as a special holiday treat. I telephone ordered a fat 20 strawberry donuts, and they’re just about complete when I get there. It gives us a chance to talk a bit, and he’s a food guy, and drives all over to eat a meal. An older couple say hello from the outside front window, while I stand and talk. He waves them in, around the side and through the door, which signals that it’s my turn to leave. It’s a short visit, but I’m happy to say, I achieved the “pass” to be part of the inner circle (no donut pun intended).