Dennis E. Dalton

This is a Denny Dalton story that needs to be shared. My daughter and I were at UDF trying to buy beer which they would not sell to us because we had no identification. (Please note that I am an old lady.) We had just run out at a party we were having at the farm. We ran into Denny and he offered to buy beer with my daughter for the party. So he and my daughter went in and she called him " Dad" as she took his arm. I saw the beautiful smile on his face when she called Denny that. I will never forget that smile. What a beautiful man!