He then said something that made me feel it was OK to tell my story. He said "I've worked here since it was just flat land and dirt roads, nothing you say can shock me." I looked up at him...dead in the eyes. When I saw that he was telling the truth, I began to explain everything from the beginning...
I ended the story when the other guy told me to come see him. My foreman sat there, flicked his cigarette butt, and ground it onto the floor (a HUGE Disney no no). He had sat there nodding through the entire story, not interrupting once. Never once a smirk, a smile, a look of disbelief. A custodial truck happened to drive by and when the headlights flashed on us, I had seen that all the blood had seemed to drain from my forman's face. He breathed in and exhaled once...from the mouth. He had the beginnings of tears in his eyes. He finally spoke...
"What I'm about to tell you, kiddo, not many here have been here long enough to know and those who DO know, almost never speak about. It's sort of a taboo subject and the few that do talk about it are too old to care or have had one too many scotches."
He smiled half heartedly at this, and I thought maybe he might stop, but he continued,
"I have lived in this area for almost 80 years. I have barely been out of this state...less times than I can count on one hand. Orlando has only looked this way for a short time. If you could have seen this land in the time I grew up here you would be amazed. Marsh land and orange groves...nothing else. Until Uncle Walt decided this was the spot for his next incredible theme park, there was practically nothing. Humans have been inhabiting this land for a VERY long time. The Ais, the Apalachee, the Calusa, the Timucua, the Tocobago, all native indians that lived in or around the land you are sitting on right now. The Paleoindians were here before them. ANCIENT lands. Well, I'm no historian, but I guess them indians at some point figured out this land was a little spoiled.