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

his eyes small behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to a public hearing,” he said.

“Are you planning a public hearing, Arthur?” I asked.

“Only if the county forces my hand, Clara,” he said, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper.

I stopped at the agricultural extension office on my way home and paid eighty-five dollars for continue reading …