Rareboy, I have decided to post in public. Inquiring minds want  to know. Let it be known, however, that I  have changed names, and changed medical conditions, in order to protect the privacy of the individuals.
My best correspondent was a man by the name of Mr. Sutterthwaite. He's a quiet, shy, retiring type who dislikes drama with a vengeance, so most of the time, he looks at life through a third-party point of view, preferring to observe rather than get directly involved. With this in mind, I judged him quite accurate about the things he sees; he doesn't realize it, but he has an undeveloped talent for reporting.
Much of the action centered around Alexander Burr. I'd known M. Burr for years. Despite the fact we didn't share political views, I quite liked him. I found him a nice, gentle person, and pretty goddamn good looking, too. But recently, his personality had begun to change. I noticed a growing tendency on his part to act ruder and ruder, to the point of cruelty at times. I feared that he suffered from some kind of illness, but continued to hope for the best.
The JUB meet occurred over a period of days. A bunch of them got together one day and visited the Portland Public Square. George Washington, who suffered from severe hypoglycemia, began to feel weak, dizzy, and disoriented. He very nearly passed out right there on the cobblestone pavement. Later on, he felt hurt because no one, in spite of the fact that he neared falling into a diabetic coma, felt willing to help him. One man in particular, Christopher Robin, stood nearby and did nothing.
I see Christopher Robin as one of the nicest men on JUB, but the truth of the matter is that he simply didn't recognize the symptoms of hypoglycemia. In short, he didn't realize anything was wrong. It wasn't his fault--he simply didn't know. But George Washington didn't realize this. His feelings got badly bruised by the inaction of nearby JUBbers.
At another time, they'd all agreed to go someplace, so they met at a train depot. Henry David Thoreau walks with a pronounced limp due to a childhood accident, so he must carry around equipment. Due to this equipment, he began to run a little bit late.
Meanwhile, back at the train station, the other  JUBbers discussed what to do. Some of them eventually decided to go on without Mr. Thoreau, while leaving James Fenimore Cooper behind to wait for him. Mr. Cooper and Mr. Thoreau would take a later train.
Mr. Cooper became quite enraged at this decision, and when they met up again, he let his displeasure known in most uncertain terms. It was rude, he contended, to leave Mr. Thoreau behind like that.
At this point, I confess that I can see both sides equally. One gentleman felt enraged at what he perceived as rudeness, while the other gentlemen, faced with a train dilemma, simply didn't know how to address the situation.
Later on, everybody gathered at Alexander Burr's place. Mr. Burr had decided to watch a comic on TV who told homophobic jokes. Mr. Burr thought these jokes were funny. Mr. Sutterthwaite didn't say anything, but inside he left shocked and dismayed--and furious--at the insensitivity he saw.
The time came about that George and Martha Washington decided to retire for the night. They said their goodbyes, when Alexander Burr made a comment that,"now, they're going to go have 'old man sex'" Some scattered guffaws erupted in the room, but most people--including Mr. Sutterthwaite--felt appalled at the insensitivity of the remark. Alexander Burr followed the Washingtons out the door and made a comment that Mr. Sutterthwaite didn't hear, but apparently, judging  by the reactions of everybody, the comment was so extremely rude that it started the Revolutionary War. (Hence the title of the mystery: What Alexander Burr Said )
The JUB meet ended, but he'd already started the War. It spilled over onto the pages of JUB, which  led to a sequence of events that got Mr. Burr banned.
If anybody involved  reads this, please be aware that I hope I didn't offend, or unintentionally give away any identities. There seems little doubt, however, that the sequence of events is interesting. Truth is stranger than fiction.
With kindest regards,
JB