It was a hot lazy afternoon in late summer, right after the last bale of third crop alfalfa was put up in the hay mow, just before the first day of school. It was so hot that the checkers players and story tellers at A. J. Tull and Son General Store and U.S. Post Office moved outside to the front porch just in case a cool breeze might try to sneak through Michaelville, PA. Grover Cleveland Walborn was unusually quiet as he read the Lock Haven Express. In fact, Grover was so quiet some thought he might be feeling poorly. Grover just sat, arms outstretched, holding the Express wide open in front of him. Suddenly, Grover peeked over the top of the newspaper. "It says here," he began........