"Cal loved trains. He spoke of life metaphorically....He said each of our lives are like trains on separate tracks. He said that our lives would join - connected, side by side, traveling together.
And we did, for many years. We had the most fun traveling together - to Branson for his motorcycle rallies, to music festivals, to Niagara Falls and Portland, Maine in the RV. He helped me on photo shoots and we went to doctor appointments in St. Louis, even having fun at Whole Foods and Trader Joe's, as he charged around the aisles in their motorized wheelchairs.
And Cal made me laugh. From him I learned how to play again. There might be seriousness in the air, and suddenly I would see him - twisting his baseball cap sideways on his head, then jostling his glasses sideways on his nose, then crossing his eyes and contorting his face. The seriousness was over. He had put life in perspective again.
Cal was a brilliant mind with a wealth of information. He was a master researcher. He coached me about audio systems and computer systems, always encouraging me to buy the best and be forward thinking. I learned about geothermal, hvac, appliances, tile, wiring, house foundations, the best kind of insulation, even the proper way to close a car door to lessen the structural impact. ( I am sure my friends do not appreciate MY current insistence that they close my car door correctly.......)
I begged Cal to move to a ground floor home, insisting he get away from that awful, snow and ice covered, outside staircase. "What can happen?!" he would say, "I have the strength of 10 men!!"
And I would agree.......Because he did. Despite the many years on crutches, the bulky, blue smurf boot, the tiring gazes of passersby, and the surgeries, Cal didn't complain. ALL those years. He had a deep acceptance of what was.....and stayed the course, doing as he saw fit.
For all of us who cherished him, (and often tried to get him to do what we thought would be better for him), we learned to appreciate and accept our dear friend, Walter Calhoun Swallow III, for his sweet kindness, his love of life, and the authentic person he was.
Later in his life, Cal talked about the train trip he always wanted to take to the Pacific Northwest. I said, " Let's do it!". He researched it. He studied the route. He knew exactly the path the train would take.......
Although that trip was never taken, let us all, from the deepest parts of our hearts, wish sweet Cal a joy-filled Bon voyage......"