Grand Lake is a mountain town, so walking down the street is like being at the edge of a forest.

A guy is walking along the edge of the Grand Canyon and he falls off. He's hurtling down hundreds of feet to certain death and he looks up and grabs this twig, and it breaks his fall. He heaves a sigh of relief, and then, all of a sudden, he sees the roots coming loose. He looks up to the sky and says, "God, why me? I'm a good person. I've taken care of my family. I've paid all my taxes, I've worked all my life. Why me?" And this thunderous voice says, "Son, there's just something about you that I don't like."

I still find myself walking away from the water's edge before I have what I need. I turn around and walk back toward the water ...sometimes two or three times, as if I can't decide whether to stay or leave. I will sit down more often and yield to the giver ...and when I return to my desk, I will have what I want to give.

Ain't nothing but 10 grand. What's 10 grand to me?

I didn't voluntarily drain the lake.

Out of this meeting, birthed the idea of doing a town forest project.