Copyright © 1991 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: March 30, 2002 .
F i r s t C i t y - S t a t e
A hundred thousand years of science, mathematics and intra-solar system flight was the trademark of an ancient planet circling a star that hung on the fringe of a galaxy so distant that it actually scraped against the shell of space. Ultimately its inhabitants discovered that the space-time continuum was but an invention fashioned out of the limitations of their own perceptual mechanics. After mega-calculations and tedious conditioning, they were able to jump out of space and time at will and then choose any point in the physical universe.
Sixty million years ago in obsolescent time when the dinosaur roamed the corners of the earth, a great spaceship jumped back into a designated point in the continuum, spread out its immense retractable wings, swooped into the thick cosmic dust and landed on a rolling plain of rich soil, still millions of years from becoming a desert. For now, the relatively young earth─in non-geological terms─was everywhere still tropical from its boiling insides spewing steam and cleansing the murky atmosphere that had been trapping the heat for three and a half billion years.
By earth's measure of time in the context of human standards several weeks passed before there was any signs of activity from sleek ship's four hundred-foot swept-back wings that served as living quarters whether extended or retracted from the enormous cylindrical fuselage housing equipment and provisions, except for the saucer-like command tower set back and above the nose. Once adjusted to the new sense of gravity, the explorers ventured out in small groups to breathe in the new air and to test their agility to heavier gravity than they were used to....
Country Boy
Not too long ago, about the time grandparents were children, a country boy of about thirteen after
raking out farmer Swenson's barnyard, had just finished neatly laying fresh hay across the
extensive pen. He retired to the barn and hung up the shovel, hook and rake.
Mr. Swenson popped out from
a stall, having unharnessed his hitch horse.
He approached the boy and took out a worn-down fifty cent piece. "My
cows won't know the yard when I bring'm in from the pasture after supper,"
the old, tired farmer said. "You did a fine job, Del."
The half dollar tingled in the boy's hand, rushing a feeling of pride to the heart. His eyes danced with gratitude: he was expecting only thirty-five cents, "Gee, thanks, Mr. Swenson," the boy yelped and squeezed the warm coin....
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