I’m stuck. Engine 33 has come to a halt and fire fills the view out the windshield, but I can’t move. Which is gonna be a problem because I’m the one who is supposed to do the GPM on the BTU thing.
As Brewers nation sleeps up one game to none, the pager pre-alert shrieks at 3:55 AM. Roll...
Oct
10
Chief 1
I don’t think I ever had a vertical leap of forty inches, but I sure as hell don’t have one today: at sixtyish years old with sixtyish pounds of firefighting gear on. The back of the still-smoking semi-trailer brought to a halt by fire on I-90 is open, and the Arlington chief wants us to go in to...
Aug
24
Still Life
I was admonished. Riding in back with Maeve, rear-facing and buckled into her car seat, Amanda requested I keep the frivolity at a level compatible with Maeve’s temporary state of digestive certitude. Which meant small giggles and smiles were ok, but not the hilarity of last night’s physical...