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”
Spent a long time this morning looking for my portable radio.
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”
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.
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”
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)”
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”
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”
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”
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”