It's August 4th, a date notable for the following:
Ol' Lizzie B. (the longtime Sunday School teacher, of which I was one once) was indeed ultimately acquitted of the bloody murders of her father and stepmother at their home at 92 Second Street in Fall River, Massachusetts on August 4th, 1892 (on a sultry, 92-degree morning). [Fall River is where my family hailed from once they got off Plymouth Rock. A part of my family were her neighbors.]
However, from 1892 until her death in 1926, the whole community turned on her (Bush likes the "guilty until proven innocent" manner of jurisprudence, at least as long as the indicted do NOT belong to his administration) and Lizzie died a recluse, her own friends those she largely paid to socialize with her.
[Waving to Mr. Judd.]