A guy drove up as I was stirring paint outside the silo. He got out of his car and took a few pictures. Crystal and Adriana were narrating this. My back was to him. I said something meant to be humorous.
“He’s walking over here,” Crystal said.
“I was here hundreds of times over the years,” said the 70+ year old man standing now in front of me. “When I was a farmer.”
“Oh,” I said, wondering if he was annoyed with our plans for the silo or… “Take a look inside if you want.”
“You’re the guy in charge?” he asked. “The guy they did the story on.”
“Yep,” I answered, still wondering.
“It’s a great use for this place,” he said.
I was relieved. We chatted a bit longer. He said that he was happy that we were going to put it to good use. He said he was going to come see the show. I told him I was glad that he thought it was a good use of the building. “I really want to kind of give the place back to the community and to people like you in some way.” I think he smiled.
“The acoustics are something,” he said. “Good for the storm though.”
After a little more back and forth, he said “I’m glad you’re doing this.”
I was SO glad to hear him say that. And I told him so. And then I told him “I really mean that, you know.”
“The Tempest is my favorite play,” he said as he started back to his car.
“You coming to the show?” one of us asked.
“Oh, I’ll be there,” he threw back over his shoulder.
I think the shine from my smile could be seen in Lewiston.