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

in the leather chair opposite his desk.

Arthur reached onto his desk and lifted a heavy rectangular object wrapped in blue tissue paper. He set it gently on my lap, his hand lingering on the paper.

“The town council wants to present this to you next week,” Arthur said, his voice softening into a stage whisper. “A permanent brass plaque continue reading …