Fifty-eight years ago tonite, a 4H friend set me up on a blind date to a dance at the Coliseum in Ottumwa Iowa. In those days, it was common for local businesses to sponsor teen dances in local middle-sized venues on a fairly regular schedule, especially in winter. Always well run and well organized, and of course, very very well chaperoned. The original guy who I was set up with backed out at the last minute, and my friend coerced his older brother into being the stooge. The generally accepted comment then is "the rest is history". There was a wedding 3years and 3 days later, and then seven years to the day of that first date, a baby boy was born.