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“We deal with sick people all day long with detached efficiency, but when it’s one of us, the reality of our vulnerability hits home. This job has a way of making us feel invincible, untouched by the sickness and suffering that surround us daily. It seems inconceivable that one of our own may have succumbed.… Continue reading Four random men
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 and… Continue reading The fog of life
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 the… Continue reading Worcester, again
Jasmine lifts her head to look as I enter the room. Most of our cats have been with us long enough to know the familiar rustle of the plastic bag, but this is only the second time she's seen it. Blue wool. It's kept wrapped in plastic from the cleaners and locked away in an… Continue reading Blue Wool
Notes from Mosquito Hill 