ESTERO, Fla. — The museum was built on a dead-end road overlooking the 18th tee, across the parkway from a minor-league rink, in a gated community of carriage homes for the part-timers and the snowbirds. Admission costs nothing except an invitation from the docent, a man of knick-knacks who stocks Canadian beer in the fridge. There are hockey bags in the garage, paintings of goaltenders overlooking both the toilet and the pool, rippling in the covered courtyard. The previous owner preferred privacy when he swam in the nude.
Mitch Korn bought the house five years ago when the market crashed, a quiet base for a life spent on the move, a cozy retirement spot for whenever he chose to stop.