Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

“I have errands to run in town, Marcus.”

The brick steps of the town hall were slick with crushed maple leaves when I arrived at noon. Mayor Arthur’s secretary did not ask me to wait, pointing instead to the heavy oak door of his inner office.

Arthur was standing by his window, his red silk necktie bright against his crisp white shirt. When he turned,continue reading …