It turned out that the person who sold Seidel's grocery store to us also owned the "mysterious building". One day, he asked us if we would be interested in purchasing it.
Oh, my, I was going to have a chance to see it, finally!
So he opened the door, we went in, looked around, and it all was a terrible mess. Let me put it this way: that place had seen better days. But what did it have? What was the only sure thing that building had? Potential. Lots of it. A dream was inside those brick walls, just waiting to be released.
That dream had been pushed far down for a long time in that place, and only a dreamer's eye could still glimpse it. As luck as we had, we counted four dreamer's eyes, my husband's and mine.
The deal was done. The mysterious building was ours.