The fire engine idles, double-parked on the wrong side of the street. It's a spare rig, threadbare and worn, like the neighborhood surrounding it. The block is short and filled with hulking brick apartment buildings. We pull to the curb in the only open spot, and I resist the urge to declare, "Medic 9 has… Continue reading Ghosts


I don't have it lately.  Ideas for blog posts come, bounce around inside my head briefly, perhaps emerge partially onto the keyboard and Writeroom, and then disappear before reaching maturity. Some of my favorite reads are still at it though, capturing snapshots of the wonder and passion of life in public safety.  Presented for your… Continue reading Inspiration