Month: September 2012
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Nostalgia again
The tones drop, just like they have for the majority of my life. I've reached the point where I've been a firefighter for more of my life than not. (Scary thought, that.) A box alarm; routine. At least it's not another medical aid. Circumstances conspire: maintenance, a detail. The first engine responds as usual, but […]
Notes from Mosquito Hill 