2017-11-05 #NaBloPoMo

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 new […]

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 […]

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 a […]

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 would […]

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 New […]