Warning - Thread creep...

Harpgirl, that brings back a memory.

I was out camping in Central Alberta a few summers ago. It was raining hard one day, so I snuck into Rocky Mountain House to spend some time and ended up in the community's museum.

Like many small Alberta museums, you can still touch some of the displays.

One display was a bedroom, and there were letters on the bureau. I sat on the bed, fell back in time, and read the ink marks on the pages that opened the man's soul to the woman he loved. The letters were from the war era. The man was stationed in 'a little town, not much of anything really, called Calgary', and mentioned the loneliness of life in the baracks, away from family and lovers.

Another stack of letters were from a rowdier gent to a different lady. He had confessed to falling off the wagon, and getting into trouble with his commanding officer and a few local gals. He swore that he would never stray again if only he were given a second chance...

(For those not familiar with Alberta, Calgary is our largest, and arguably, most global/commerce-based city.)

Sheye