One fine Iowa morning last week a country doctor saw a strange thing in the sky. It looked like two clusters of white grapes, floating along with the wind, with something resembling a bathtub, a coffin or a sweatbox dangling below. The doctor was on a confinement case so he did not stop to gawp.
Some time later a farmer was milking his cows when a gaunt, pleasant man with flowing hair, wearing a damaged white suit, stepped into his barn and said, "Good morning!" This was Jean Piccard, stratosphere balloonist, twin brother...
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