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

wooden table.

She pushed her tortoiseshell glasses up her nose and turned on the green-shaded banker’s lamp.

The yellow light spilled across a stack of old letters my late husband, Thomas, had written to the library board in nineteen ninety-four regarding the historical society’s charter.

“Look at the tail on the lowercase ‘g’ on this continue reading …