Key to Discovery

The smartest fellow we got here in Harper must be said to be Quince Bewondo. Quince has had a thousand ideas on how to improve the lives of his fellow Americans. Unfortunately, the idea of how to provide a decent living for his family has not developed in his active brain.
Last week I went by Quince's place and found him sitting in a rocker on his front porch. He was sipping some green colored liquid from a mason jar.
"What's up, Quince," said I.
"Just thinkin'," said Quince.
"'Bout what?"
"Harnessing lightning."
"And...."
Quince took a sip, let out a shweew, and answered, "You know when old Benjamin Franklin flew up that kite with a key in a thunderstorm and discovered electricity."
"I remember reading about it."
"Well, I was looking at Wendell's, you know, my least son, Wendell's history book and come up on this picture of Ben and his kite, and the thing what stood out was the key. I think that's a clue. It means the key to discovery."
Quince adjusted his place in the chair and continued, "I figure it means that lightning is the key to solving all our energy problems and I'm sitting here trying to work out the details."
"Makin' any progress?"
"Some. I figure it ain't no problem catching a bolt of lightning. You know, lightning rods and stuff. The problem is the harnessing of it. When I work that out I think we got something."
"Well I don't want to stop the wheels of discovery," I said.
And with that I bid him adieu and made my way down the path to the road. I could almost feel the vibrations of his thinking as I walked along.