[As seen in Creston News Advertiser December 17, 2015]
The staccato of Darwin West’s voice reverberated throughout the room as he pointed to members of the crowd holding up little white cards. The tension rose, a steady thing you could practically feel in your chest.
Then, it was over. But the tension remained. This tension wasn’t because of a mounting fight among auction-goers. It wasn’t about silly words out of a person’s mouth. This tension was like magic because it increased every time the Creston Fire and Rescue bench went up for bid in the course of one night.