In my quest to avoid Twitter and with some time to fill in a waiting room, I discovered this from 12 years ago. Iain and I met Anita for a hike up Old Jackson Road. On the trip up to the White Mountains we discovered this retired USAF Oshkosh P15 en route to its newContinue reading “2017-11-05 #NaBloPoMo”
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Spent a long time this morning looking for my portable radio.
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, butContinue reading “Nostalgia again”
Floodlights
5/4 – Engines 681 & 682 operate at an early morning car fire with exposures. Shot on 645 Pro for the iPhone, which has some nice feature and a decent night mode.
Pear shaped
Just another Sunday afternoon. Average. We’d seen a few patients, none too sick; I can’t remember what was for dinner. The fire tones dropped for a box alarm at a high rise. It was no big deal. The engines go there multiple times a week, usually for burnt food. The timing was right for aContinue reading “Pear shaped”
Fire and ice, and a dog. (Project 366)
January 21 – Home alone for the evening, lounging in front of the pellet stove. January 22 – Cold day at work. This grew throughout the day. I kept waiting for the rig to hit it on the way out the door. January 23 – My family says the dog is a good luckContinue reading “Fire and ice, and a dog. (Project 366)”
Reunion IV
This is part four of a multi-part series. We took a brief detour, but when last we saw our heroes, they were grinding southward out of northern NH at about 25 MPH. . . ————— The first long hill was interesting. I’d forgotten how underpowered these old trucks were. I was remembering quickly. We wouldContinue reading “Reunion IV”
The fog of life
Slightly less than a year ago, I departed for my first shift of 2011 through thick fog. It broke dramatically that morning, signifying hope and promise. If I try to be objective it was a decent year. 362 days later I’m still working a good job with a good employer, my family andContinue reading “The fog of life”
Light a candle
So the shortest day cameAnd the year died, And everywhere down the centuries Of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the NewContinue reading “Light a candle”
Worcester, again
A little over a week ago it began as just another day at work. Yesterday it ended with thousands of firefighters, a hundred bagpipes, and the obligatory television cameras. (turn your speakers all the way up) Career or volunteer, big city or small town, FDNY or Oquossoc, ME; when theContinue reading “Worcester, again”
