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“Hello…?”, I croaked into the phone, groggy in my sleepy state.

Damn, it’s 2:11 am. My mind drifted back to the old “Adam-12″ TV series and its police radio dispatches, “One Adam 12, One Adam 12, 2-11 in progress. One Adam Twelve, handle Code 2″.

Who would be calling me at this hour, again.

“Dad?”

Uh oh, this can’t be good.

“Dad, are you there?! Can you hear me?! Are you there?!” The voice was female and frantic.

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s going on?” I was slowly coming out of my sleepy stupor. My daughter doesn’t call me often at 2:11 in the morning; in fact, she never calls me at this time.

“I need help! Someone’s after me and I don’t know what to do!”

Now, I was fully awake!

“Ok, where are you?”, I asked, hoping that if I could get her to concentrate on something, anything, it would help her calm down.

“I’m in the car. I left the bar after work and someone’s been following me ever since. I sped up, slowed down, turned down side streets and the car is still following me! I don’t know what to do!”

She was panicking at this point. A bunch of questions ran through my mind but now was not the time to ask them. But why was she at a bar so late at night? Who’s car was she driving? She didn’t have a car.

“I’m turning down your street, come outside!”

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my scrub pants and headed for the front door. The early morning air was chilly against my bare chest as I opened the door and stepped outside but there was no time to find a t-shirt to wear. My cell phone was in my left hand and my .40-caliber handgun was in my right; I wasn’t taking any chances with whomever was following my daughter.

“OK, I’m in your driveway! Where are you?! He’s pulling up behind me!”

Michelle, there’s no car in my driveway. Where are you?”

Now I was starting to get a bit nervous.

The female voice on the phone was now frantic AND confused.

“Dan, what are talking about? I’m sitting in your driveway and that car is right behind me?!”

I was now very worried for this girl, “Honey, I don’t know who you are but you’ve dialed the wrong number. You need to get someplace safe and call the police.”

The girl on the other end of the phone was now crying.

“I can’t get out of here, he’s got me blocked in. Oh my God, he’s coming up to the car!”

The sound of breaking glass and the girl’s ear-piercing scream were the last sounds I heard before the phone call dropped.

 

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Written by David A. Ufer

October 31, 2013 at 3:37 pm

The Ghost of Christmas Past – Part One

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I know it’s only October but as I was driving home the other night, with the air conditioner blowing cool air at my face, I was reminded of Christmas when I was a kid. I was in a quiet, reflective mood and my mind drifted back to the celebrations at my grandparent‘s house.

Christmas started early for us kids as we would wake up to our overflowing stockings at the foot of our beds. After examining the goods that Santa literally laid at our feet, we would jump out of bed and not so quietly sneak downstairs to see what the jolly old elf put under the tree. We were never disappointed!

After opening our gifts and eating breakfast, we drove over to our grandparent’s house where we feasted on delicious holiday fare and spent the day laughing, singing and playing with our new toys with brothers, sisters and cousins. What a blast we all had!

By the time we had to go home, we were exhausted. We bundled up in our heavy coats, scarves and hats for the short ride home that seemed to last forever. The icy chill stabbed through our clothes and stung our faces all the way home. The car never seemed to heat up until we pulled into our driveway.

Looking back on those nights now, the cold chill on my face didn’t seem much different than the cool breeze provided by my car’s air conditioner.

Funny how one’s perspective changes over time.

Written by David A. Ufer

October 14, 2013 at 7:06 am

DPchallenge: Unknown Caller

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“Hello…?”, I croaked into the phone, groggy in my sleepy state.

Damn, it’s 2:11 am. My mind drifted back to the old “Adam-12” TV series and its police radio dispatches, “One Adam 12, One Adam 12, 2-11 in progress. One Adam Twelve, handle Code 2”.

Who would be calling me at this hour, again.

“Dad?”

Uh oh, this can’t be good.

“Dad, are you there?! Can you hear me?! Are you there?!” The voice was female and frantic.

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s going on?” I was slowly coming out of my sleepy stupor. My daughter doesn’t call me often at 2:11 in the morning; in fact, she never calls me at this time.

“I need help! Someone’s after me and I don’t know what to do!”

Now, I was fully awake!

“Ok, where are you?”, I asked, hoping that if I could get her to concentrate on something, anything, it would help her calm down.

“I’m in the car. I left the bar after work and someone’s been following me ever since. I sped up, slowed down, turned down side streets and the car is still following me! I don’t know what to do!”

She was panicking at this point. A bunch of questions ran through my mind but now was not the time to ask them. But why was she at a bar so late at night? Who’s car was she driving? She didn’t have a car.

“I’m turning down your street, come outside!”

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my scrub pants and headed for the front door. The early morning air was chilly against my bare chest as I opened the door and stepped outside but there was no time to find a t-shirt to wear. My cell phone was in my left hand and my .40-caliber handgun was in my right; I wasn’t taking any chances with whomever was following my daughter.

“OK, I’m in your driveway! Where are you?! He’s pulling up behind me!”

“Michelle, there’s no car in my driveway. Where are you?”

Now I was starting to get a bit nervous.

The female voice on the phone was now frantic AND confused.

“Dan, what are talking about? I’m sitting in your driveway and that car is right behind me?!”

I was now very worried for this girl, “Honey, I don’t know who you are but you’ve dialed the wrong number. You need to get someplace safe and call the police.”

The girl on the other end of the phone was now crying.

“I can’t get out of here, he’s got me blocked in. Oh my God, he’s coming up to the car!”

The sound of breaking glass and the girl’s ear-piercing scream were the last sounds I heard before the phone call dropped.

Written by David A. Ufer

April 22, 2013 at 8:02 am

Once More Unto the Breach, Dear Friends, Once More;

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One door closes and another one opens.

Yep, we’ve all heard that cliche but maybe there is a reason why certain phrases are used so much that they enter cliche status. Sure, it’s an easy way to get our point across when we are trying to comfort a friend or even ourselves, but there must also be some truth behind them.

Time and again I’ve had doors close on me; sometimes slammed right in my face! And yet each time, that proverbial second portal always presented itself, often times when I wasn’t even looking for it. I’ve never been one to shy away from an adventure; the thrill, excitement and yes, uncertainty of the unknown wraps itself around me and pulls me closer into its sensuous grasp. I have sometimes stumbled through only to be met with a dead end or I have fallen into the abyss, losing myself and who I was while I fell.  This time I have been gently coaxed through a doorway barely five feet high.

Whatever lies beyond that delicate entry, I will face it head-on, determined and open-armed; it’s the only way I know.

Written by David A. Ufer

March 4, 2013 at 6:53 am

The Pursuit to be Rebuilt and Reborn

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“I went down into the desert city
Just tryin’ so hard to shed my skin
I crawled deep into some kind of darkness
Lookin’ to burn out every trace of who I’d been”

Living Proof by Bruce Springsteen

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Image courtesy of bozaround.com

There’s something about the American Southwest, and the desert in particular, that has had a hold on me for quite some time. My bucket list includes a trip to the desert and this year may just be the year I do it. There’s a lot of this country I haven’t seen and it’s time I got around to it. The Grand Canyon, Death Valley and maybe Las Vegas will be on the agenda this year. My friends are welcome to come along, so if you are reading this and are my friend, give me a shout and let’s get planning!

Written by David A. Ufer

February 11, 2013 at 6:36 am

Happy New Year!

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And just like that another year has come and gone. A lot has happened these past twelve months but wow!, this year seriously flew by! I remember sitting here this time last year writing my blog about New Year’s and the resolutions I would make, so with that in mind, let’s see how I did.

Number One – Financial Security. Well, seeing as I still have a job in this crazy economy, I’d consider this resolution a success!

Number Two – Health. I ran a lot of miles this year, had a false alarm regarding my heart which led to all kinds of exams which in turn provided a much better view into my health and I’ve eaten pretty well so again, I’d rate this a success!

Number Three – A Happy Relationship. This is always the most elusive resolution of the group. Sadly, I need to call this a failure also but I am every hopeful.

Number Four – Learning to play my guitar. Failure, plain and simple. I just never made the time to work on this one.

Number Five – Practice with my weapon and get my CCW. Again, failure.

Number Six – Create a home office and write another book. I’m calling this one a three-quarter failure. I did not create my  home office nor did I write another book, BUT I did revisit some older short stories and began shopping them around to publishers, so that should count for something!

So while I did not accomplish most of my goals for the year, I did concentrate on what’s important to me. I spent quality time with my friends, flew up North to visit family whom I hadn’t seen in far too long and I lived my life with as little drama as possible. I’ll take that over anything any day!

Happy New Year everyone!

OK, so they were wrong….Merry Christmas!

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The Mayans obviously had a calendar from a very early version of Microsoft Windows (TM) because we are all still here and getting ready to celebrate Christmas once again. My shopping is finished and the eggnog is flowing; so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors in this entry.

The commercialism of the season seems to have lessened or maybe I just haven’t watched as much television this year. Whatever the reason, I’m hopeful that society as a whole is becoming less enamored with the materialistic reason and more in tune with the true spirit of the holiday.

There have been a multitude of reasons to question our faith this year but these are the times we need to lean even harder on it and turn to one another for solace, happiness and gratitude.

We all have His spirit within us, so let it flow on Christmas day in remembrance of His birth and the life He sacrificed so that we may live to honor Him.

Merry Christmas to one and all!

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