After a snowy drive across Montana, we arrived in Lewistown this afternoon to hang my show at the Lewistown Art Center. While sitting in a coffee shop, I overheard an elderly woman a few tables away reading tidbits from the newspaper out loud to her daughter. I wasn’t listening to what she was saying–or wasn’t until I heard her read my name. I should have, but did not, gone over and introduced myself. But she did motivate me to buy a paper on my way out. Pretty cool coverage; above the fold even.