Once upon a time there was a man who worked in a shoe factory.  He was not a wealthy man, nor was he handsome, or particularly talented.  He was a very average sort of man.  We will call him Arthur. Arthur lived on the north side of town in a small quiet neighborhood with his wife and two children. One day as Arthur was getting ready for work he noticed that it was begining to cloud up outside.  He turned on his clock radio to listen to the weather.  The local weather man said that the clouds would pass and that only the towns to the north of them should expect rain.  So Arthur decided not to wear his galoshes, nor did he carry his umbrella. On the way to the shoe factory that day it began to rain. "Rats," said Arthur, "I don't have my galoshes or my umbrella today."  Just then Arthur's rear left tire began to go flat.  A few minutes later Arthur was standing by the side of the road in the rain changing the tire on his car.  He got very wet that day.
 

This story was found by Jon Mays as he stumbled over what is now called the Maysian Runestone, an old rock on which ancient symbols were found that are thought to be from an early form of the Norwegian language (or as some scholars insist, the scribblings of a young child),  Mays was only able to read the stone when he put on a pair of Violet Flame Sunglasses and then inspiration came, Lutefisk and Lefse to the soul, if you will.  Mays has since lost both the runestone and the glasses...  but before he lost his manuscript of the story, he was kind enough to pass it on to Jefferson and O'Brian for inclusion in the book Lutefisk and Lefse for the Soul.