The town that I live in has a tiny bit of a colorful history. J.C. Hise (a wieghtlifter) lived here. His brother borrowed his wieghtlifting bar to pry a motor out of a car. When he returned it, it was bent. J.C. tried it out and it worked better than it had before--invention of the buffalo bar still used today. J.C. Hise could dead lift 700lbs.
Our first Presbyterian Church was built with wood from the local lumberyard, but it wasn't all paid for. The owner of the lumberyard wasn't the least bit shy about spreading the word to anyone that would listen about how much money that "no-good church" still owed him. One day he was talking about it when a lady (?) of questionable character asked just exactly how much was owed. When he told her, she lifted her skirts and petticoats right on Main Street, pulled a large wad of bills from her garter and paid off the Presbyterian's debt then laughed about how their debt had been payed off with his own money.