There is a memorial plaque in town. I pass it regularly. I remember. I remember a sunny Saturday morning drilling at the firehouse. I remember swearing loudly and running to the engine when the tones dropped. I remember almost overshooting the address, and I remember the horrid moaning sound the engine's radial tires made as… Continue reading Memory
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Memorial Day
“Fire Alarm to responding units, the caller reports the patient is turning blue.” It's a 'nice' neighborhood; one where we don't often see an overdose. We arrive in the kitchen of a well-kept single family home to find the firefighters manually breathing for our patient. He's not our usual heroin overdose patient. He's in his… Continue reading Memorial Day
Five roads – P365 for January 17, 2010
A wide state road crosses rolling countryside in the pre-dawn darkness. I roll along at the speed limit, following a dim set of tail lights on the horizon ahead. I have a date with a sunrise. Houses emerge from the darkness and flash past; red brick farms with large white porches, small modulars and trailer… Continue reading Five roads – P365 for January 17, 2010
W6
The phone rang as we walked into the kitchen. “Isn't it awful what happenned to those poor Worcester firemen?” my wife's grandmother asked.We had been away all weekend, and in the days before smartphones, Facebook, and Twitter, we hadn't heard. The TV was no use on a Sunday evening, so we were sent running to… Continue reading W6
Post #100
Last night I was happy to notice that I'd achieved 99 posts here at Notes. I made big plans for #100; I'd have a success story; something happy; and given the date, something for which to be thankful. Then my day took a left turn. Straight into the Jersey barriers. Chang came to us in… Continue reading Post #100