It's a warm spring day in the year 1927 in a little town in central Tennessee about thirty miles from Nashville. Just the week before, the people of the town had screamed themselves hoarse at the news that a daring young man named Linberg had been the first man to fly the Atlantic, solo. Today, they are gathered to celebrate another event. One that took place over sixty five years ago, on this very soil. As those years slowly unroll, something had happened to one man, whose life had been curiously interwoven with the events taking place today. Our story starts in Ohio, back in the warm autumn days of 1862. Two young men drift lazily in a small row boat, fishing poles dangling from their hands...