Grandpa was hiding a secret on that farm,

Grandpa was hiding a secret on that farm, and I was going to find out what it was, even if Pa found out and put me in the corn thresher to make me learn my lesson.

I started following Grandpa around, spying on him, "I have to find out his secret, I just have to know it." One night, I peeked in his room when he was on the phone, and he said

"Just give me the money by tomorrow night! No later than that." Grandpa hung up the phone. This didn't sound good. Maybe I shouldn't have been spying on him but I had to know more.

Quietly, I moved a little lower down the stairwell, being careful to stay out of my grandfather's line of sight. Peering around the corner, I saw him walk toward the fireplace.

I watched Grandpa reach into the unlit fireplace and pull out a box hidden beneath the ash and firewood. He dusted it off. He turned and I went up the stairs before he saw me.

and followed him to see what Grandpa was doing. I saw him open the box, and there was a dagger in it, one carved with mysterious symbols. I gasped, was he a murderer? No, I don't t

Think he was anything more than a Level 333 Mason! That seeing eye was the same one on the Federal reserve notes I carried and used as currency. Grandpa knew their value was

really in the dormant Morgellons threads impressed among the paper fibers of the Federal Reserve notes. One day on a lark I laundered my jeans with a Benny in the ticket pocket. Wh

-at a lark was doing with a washroom on his back, I'll never know. The Benny dissolved and sank into the lark's back and the last thing I knew we were headed into the stratosphere.