I hadn't been to a Fire Station, since I was six (6) years old. The Fireman were making supper - while Chris gave me the tour. They graciously asked me to join them - for barbecued ribs/potatoes and all the trimmings. Hard to resist such an offer, but I was still full from lunch. I had a coffee.
Outside, a thunderstorm was brewing - THEN, the alarm sounded; the Fire Fighters were in action! They immediately got up - and very quickly, headed to their respective trucks - and were gone in no time, with sirens blaring. I was impressed, both, with their professionalism - and their sense of duty! Chris, was the driver, of one of the 'Pumper Trucks'.
Fire fighting is a game of milliseconds - lives are at stake! They told me to wait at the Station - till they got back. I grabbed a Reader's Digest and relaxed in a lounge chair - the hot food, left on the table - starting to smell pretty good! I resisted! I was alone, in a Fire Station. It felt kinda weird!
In about 25 minutes they returned - sat back down; finished their supper - business as usual, to them! The alarm, turned out to be, an apartment building false alarm - caused by the thunderstorm. You never know! It was great to meet and talk with the Firemen. They asked me questions, about my trip and the associated charities, I'm promoting.
Tomorrow, I'm back on the road; heading south, towards Idaho. Thanks Chris, for the hospitality. You are a 'great guy' ... & Fire Fighter!
Pictures of Chris, Molly & the guys.
Dave -
ReplyDeleteYou just never know, indeed, what might happen, on the road!
V.