Doug Caldwell
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I hope to learn from all of you members on this site and share in some tale-telling. I am looking forward to the different styles used to tell these stories. I look forward to reading yours.
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New Friends for Christmas
I was picking my son up from the last hockey practice before Christmas arrived in a couple of days. It was about thirty degrees below freezing and the highway was slippery due to new-fallen snow. The forty-five-minute drive home from town always took a bit longer because of the winter driving conditions, Although, it was a beautiful evening with a crescent moon and a small Aurora display among the twinkling stars overhead.
By Doug Caldwellabout a year ago in Families
Sun Bounce North of 60
You can really notice all the tourists in town in this post-pandemic era. Granted we have grown accustomed to a reduced number of visitors over the past five summers, but this year they are back in force. They’re everywhere and clog things up to the point of us having to line-up at the checkout at the General Store, A LINE UP! We forgot what those were like.
By Doug Caldwell2 years ago in History
Lost...Again
I can hear your noise and developing anger as you search throughout the house to find me. The opening of closets and drawers closed a bit more forcefully each time as your frustration blooms in the search that has not yet produced positive results. Time is also whispering in your ear, “You’re gonna be late again.” Increasing the feeling of frustration you have over a gradually forgetful memory.
By Doug Caldwell2 years ago in Fiction
Delivering the News
Training does not prepare you for the real world, just the circumstances. On duty for only six months I drew the short straw and had to perform the worst job in the world. Parking the squad car in front of the nice suburban home, we walked to the front door and rang the bell. The door opened and when the lady saw me standing there in my uniform the tears welled in her eyes anticipating what I had to say.
By Doug Caldwell3 years ago in Poets
Splash Down on Muddy Lake
During the eighties I was a radio technician and we installed and serviced telecommunication systems in the vast undeveloped parts of northern Canada. From small communities to mineral mines and exploration camps in the middle of nowhere we travelled in a variety of small aircraft to get to and from our work sites in all weather conditions year-round. This is a recounting of one of those trips.
By Doug Caldwell3 years ago in Motivation
Listen to Your Dog
“The most surprising thing we’ve discovered, is how much some dogs swear. When they are excited or upset, they begin cussing which increases the angrier they get. We can filter that cussing out once the dog’s basic vocabulary and emotional triggers are captured in memory, but it takes time for the software to learn these, and the higher the filter is set, the longer it takes the software to learn.”
By Doug Caldwell3 years ago in Fiction
Mythdefined
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, the existence of dragons anywhere was ancient lore. That was all true until a Saturday some time ago when I was walking behind our home with my five-year-old grandson. He spotted a fox stretching up to a spruce branch. The fox moved away as we got closer, my grandson Gabe ran ahead in his curiosity to see what had attracted the fox.
By Doug Caldwell4 years ago in Fiction
Duty Below the Line
His eyes opened to see the rising sun through his bedroom window as another day began. He felt his wife Susan cuddling up to him and her hand exploring under the blankets. It was the beginning of a long-standing custom they had when he was to depart on a journey. It would be their last love-making for some time and marked the beginning of a separation for them that may last up to a month depending on the terms of the voyage.
By Doug Caldwell4 years ago in Fiction
