The 60 Days of Dale

I love a good story, especially when it delves deep into the history of the world. The very foundation of time and dirt. There are so few things that can be connected to the moment God placed Adam on the earth, but there is one that remains. ONE that can recall days of stick ball, black and white television, radio, 45's, books reading! It would be Dale. And it is coming quickly when '60' will be but a memory (should that remain). Time will no longer have meaning and supper will be eaten before noon! His mind will no longer be consumed with whens and ifs but the 'who and what' are you thoughts. I am certain that even now he is declaring he has no recollection of the tales I can spin. And who knows, I might embellish a fact or two. But here it comes the big count down to 60! So on this very day, 60 long, exhausting years ago, this is what bedazzled the people of the land.



The world moved along at it's own rhythm never suspecting the arrival of DALE. The sun rose and set as if nothing special was about to occur. The bees buzzed and the ducks quacked (in an animated way) never suspecting HE would arrive at any moment. Had they known, they could have sought cover, but no. They would choose to meet him face on. They would be victorious, singing at to him  to welcome him to the world. HE would arrive and news would travel......eventually......by several ponies and a bicycle...... to tell the others. But that would not be for 59 more days. Only time would tell what would arrive with that stork. After all women did not get pregnant then and men did not watch way back then. Truth be told we don't really know just exactly how he arrived.....hmmmm