I looked out my second-story bedroom/office window to see a man walking on my road. A couple minutes later, he returned pacing back and forth. Now, when someone is about 20 miles from any large town on a rural, gravel road it is a sign of only one thing--he is lost.

Grabbing my cell phone, I went down stairs and out the front door. I made it halfway down the driveway before I yelled, "Do you need help, or maybe a ride?" I think I startled him. He turned toward me and said, "No. But that is awful nice of you."

HOLSTEIN GOES HOLLYWOOD: TLC's show "Who Do You Think You Are?" made a stop in my small town for an upcoming episode. They traversed the woods across my pasture and even stopped in for a bathroom break.

He went on to tell me that he and his crew were shooting a documentary in the area. I said that was fine I didn't want to bother him; I just wanted to make sure he was okay. As I turned to walk back into the house, he started walking toward me. "I want to give you my card so you know I am legit," he said. I told him there was no need, and whatever he was doing was fine, but he handed me the card anyway.

The young man was a unit manager from the TLC show "Who Do You Think You Are?" a documentary that takes celebrities on a quest to discover their family history. And the actor for this episode apparently had a little history around my small-town of Holstein, particularly in the woods across from my farmstead.

So, in the spirit of Show-Me hospitality, I told the manager that I wasn't sure if anyone else was home on the road, but I was and that I would be here if they needed anything. His reply, "Are you serious?" Of course I was serious. "Well, can we use your bathroom?" he asked. "Absolutely," I replied. "I have three."

Honestly, I couldn't blame him. I live roughly 15 minutes from any public restroom. So, throughout the morning, individuals came and went, while I went about my work day. However, I did take a little time to visit with those who entered my home.

They were from the Los Angeles area and were very genuine. They asked about my family, my job, and my sheep. We talked about their families and their jobs. They stood on my porch discussing how beautiful the view is and how much they liked my little area of Missouri. They even took pictures of wooly worms in the driveway as I explained how people often look to them to predict how harsh winter will be this year.

They offered to buy me lunch for the use of my bathroom, to which I declined. I told them they should try the local favorite eatery, Treloar Bar & Grill, just a couple miles down the road. They had heard of it, but the place "didn't have a website." I wanted to share that Treloar was lucky to have Internet access, but I refrained.

During all of the conversations, the one thing we did not talk about--the actor featured on the television show.

To be honest, my oldest daughter could not believe I did not go and find out who the actor was or even take photos. "You are a journalist," she said during our phone call. She is right. I am a journalist. But I am an ag journalist. The only time I turn into the paparazzi is when I am lurking in a farm field waiting for a farmer planting or harvesting.

I am a firm believer that celebrities are just people who want to do their job, whether it is walking through the woods outside of the small Missouri town of Holstein or eating lunch along our majestic Missouri River. More importantly, I want those who come to our state to feel welcome and at home. I want the experience to make them grateful that a little piece of their family history came from such a great place.

I cannot wait to watch the episode in January 2015. No matter what, I guess I can say I had a small part in making TLC's Hollywood shoot in the Show-Me State well, more comfortable. At least they experienced a little rural Missouri hospitality--they were able to use a farmhouse bathroom and not an outhouse. And no, it will not be featured in the episode.