Umbrella Johnny towered in the town square. Spafford approached its trunk and looked upward. He nearly fell backwards trying to follow the tree's height with his eyes. To Spafford, Umbrella Johnny was a peculiarity--he was fond of pecularities. Returning his gaze level to the ground he saw villagers heading into a nearby restaurant and bar. The sign above the doorpost read: Pomme du Ciel (Apple of Heaven)'. Spafford's stomach growled. He hadn't eaten breakfast. He decided to stop in to order some food and, hopefully, find out the history of Umbrella Johnny. Spafford: "That sounds superb."