Even the Crumbs Were Good
Referencing other blog posts of my own when writing a new post is cheating. I don’t ever do it. I think it is short-cutting the story. Lazy writing. Copping out.
And now, I’m going to tell you, if you’re somewhat new around here, you might want to head over to this post before continuing. The following paragraphs will make more sense for you. Heck, if you already read it the first time, go back and read it again to laugh at my starstruck Yo-Yo Ma self.
I don’t often tout how smart my dear MTM is. He possesses a quiet intelligence and strength that leave me breathless. Of all the people on Earth, I admire him above all others. (And, I don’t say that because he took me to see Yo-Yo Ma.)
For the past year or so, MTM has been working on the biggest development project in our city – the $142 million renovation of the Gaillard Municipal Auditorium, a performance space and exhibit hall in woeful need of refurbishment. I don’t want to see anything there because I know – KNOW – I will have to go to the bathroom during the course of the three hour visit. With no center aisle and about ten potties for the ladies, that spells DOOM for my careful coiffure. (I once paid to see Yo-Yo Ma there, and my eyeballs were floating in their sockets by the time I stumbled into my bathroom at home. It was faster than waiting in the line at the Gaillard.)
Much of the design team for the Charleston project worked on the Schermerhorn Symphony Center in Nashville, Tennessee. The team meetings have transferred to Nashville in preparation for groundbreaking. That’s why MTM was there last week. I tagged along because my schedule permitted, and the Southwest flight was cheap. (And, because I saw that Yo-Yo Ma was going to open the Nashville Symphony‘s season the day we were supposed to leave. I thought being in the same place at the same time would act like the crumbs of his bread from lunch that day. If you did not follow the instructions to read the post referenced above, now might be a good time to jump back, because you’re surely lost by this point.)
MTM is my hero. Not because it was his vision for merging the component parts of the Gaillard Project into something that could happen. Not because he somehow managed to get tickets to a members’ only Yo-Yo Ma concert. Really. I would still love and revere him if he hadn’t made that romantic gesture so I could gawk at another man. A man whose lunch debris I almost ate. A man who made the symphony space levitate when he played the prelude from Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1. A man who underscored for my dear husband the exquisite reason for his effort to make our project a soaring, singing reality.