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Dal-El

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The Penultimate Son of Krypton

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Dal-El Tuesday, May 09, 2017 I Am Green Acres Originally Published on 6/7/10, 2:02 PM Pacific Daylight Time The saying goes, you never really know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. My grandfather and other ancestors wore work boots and did most of their walking on a dairy farm. Ah yes, the old farm, where every day was filled with chores, fresh air, and E-I-E-I-O. Or so I thought. A few years back, I traveled to  Wheeler Historic Farm  in Murray, Utah to get a “grip” on the “udderly” demanding job of my ancestors—a dairy farmer. The first myth I busted when I walked onto the farm was that of “fresh air.” “Ripe” would be a more accurate descriptor. And just when you got used to the smell, the wind would change direction and bring a whole new array of scents. I learned from my father that this smell was commonly referred to as “the smell of money” on the old farm. The second thing I noticed was the noise. My old See ‘n Say toy told me that farm animals mad...

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