Bob Calvin
Bio
A serial entrepreneur, who finally decided to tap into my creative side. With nervous anticipation 1 look forward to this next chapter.
Stories (4/0)
Run, Kevin, Run!!
As I sit trying to breathe quieter than the spider crawling across my dirty leg, I noticed a light shining through the cracks in the floorboards of the old barn I had called home over the past six months. I followed the beam up to get a glimpse of the full moon shining through the cracks of the partially rotted roof above. A billion-candle watt lantern could not cast a glow as hypnotizing as this September harvest moon. It seemed a million miles away, yet I found myself walking through its shadowed craters. I had to. I was strolling almost weightless through its silty recesses to distract myself from what was happening around me.
By Bob Calvin3 years ago in Families
"Got Your Nose"
“Got yer noze,” I heard a male voice mumble. “No, you don’t!”, I heard a soft deliberate reply. “Yes, I do! See right here,” he laughed as he presented his right hand, palm up with his thumb squeezed firmly between his index and middle finger to represent her nose. They both giggled aloud oblivious to my presence. I watched, while more listened, as this adorable couple with Down’s Syndrome walked towards me on the river pathway. Repeating this comedic drama over and over as they laughed louder with each act. He would pretend to grab her nose over and over, laughing harder each time. Their voices so sincere. Their love overflowing so much, I almost tripped over it. I could still hear them carrying on as they passed. I swore they were laughing so hard stuff was actually coming out of their noses and possibly his thumb as well.
By Bob Calvin3 years ago in Confessions
Sweet Dreams
I never imagined having a 50th wedding anniversary, let alone share it with so many amazing individuals. The evening began with my precious granddaughter Magdalena recounting a memory to our party guests. As her captivating voice exploded through the microphone, I fought hard to hold back the tears. After surveying the room, I noticed not a dry eye in the house and sobbed aloud. Upon completing her heartfelt story, she presented the handwritten tale, to my wife and me. I will do my best not to dampen the pages as I recite her written story with you now.
By Bob Calvin3 years ago in Families
