And so at eighty, you go from doing things to managing to survive the convulsions of the world. Dale became very regimented and suck by his routines a very disciplined manner.  he had his breakfast at Perkins as they opened at 6 am.  You could set your watch when he strolled into the Eagles at ten.  He did his laundry on Thursday mornings.  He was never alte to a doctors appointment or having  his hair cut. He fed the birds on his porch the same way every morning putting it in piles so the pigeons wouldn’t eat it all.  His son would come over on Sunday afternoons to do the New York Times crossword puzzle together.  But the routines made Dale feel comfortable with what life had dealt him.  He had his own home and his daily routines never altered.  The only changes now ere the results of blood tests at doctor appointments.

The childhood memories ov living your whole life in one place were his special treasure.  He remembered catching pigeons under the Franklin Avenue bridge and selling them to the owner of the Chinese restaurant for a quarter apiece.  He remembered singing country western songs at gatherings and dances.  He had hunted, fished, golfed, travellied and made a lot of friends who all had respect for him.  Dale was  a solid person of strong character.  Dale was genuine and honest and a friend.