The firemen that I see depicted on tv don't match the firemen I see in Denver.
When the doctor called the amba-lance the apartment was suddenly filled with young athletic handsome muscular studs walking all around inside my apartment all dressed in the same body-cofoming t-shirts with the same shield on it. They looked like they were recruited from Chippendales. They asked a bunch of questions then one said, "... when the paramedics get here."
"Who are you guys?"
"We're emergency firemen. We get here before they do and make sure everything is okay."
"Oh."
Then much later there I was heading outside with my camera when they were called into the building. A cadre raced past me to go inside but one stayed outside and re-rolled his hose. Apparently they like to keep their hoses neat and tidy and perfectly rolled because there was no need for any hoses. So I took his picture. If you click on it, the picture gets big. I think.
See, now this right here is our tax dollars at work. And boy, do they ever work. Our emergency response teams are layered and they're very, uh, what's the word, responsive to emergencies.
Another time I did a time-lapse of sunrise with a building in the background a few blocks away. In a few of the frames I noticed a dot on the building. I looked at it in full size. Not blown up, just regular size from the camera which turns out to be huge. The dot is a fireman repelling down the building. They do these things for fun. They'll tell you it's for practice. But practice is fun.
Usually the sunrises are better than this one. The glass reflects gold and colors. But this day was less interesting except for noticing Spiderman. I did not know they do such things.So quietly, and so early in the morning. Like they're in the military or something.
They buy their lunches at Albertson's. They can be seen crawling the aisles at noon partially dressed in their outrageous outfits. Heavy pants with suspenders that look like protection from weather in Nepal Himalayas. But not the top portion. Which make them look like boys wearing their vastly oversized overly heavy grandpa's pants and fierce boots. I interrupted one's private contemplation to ask, "How can you tell if you're having a heart attack?"
He laughed.
Then he realized it's a serious question. His expression changed with this realization that this what his training is for. This is where he can put it to use. I could see his mental gears going. He produced a textbook description of what a heart attack feels like.
Pain in your arms, jaw, neck, back, or chest. Shortness of breath or breathlessness. Lightheadedness or dizziness. Cold sweat, clammy skin. Heartburn. Fatigue or exhaustion.
I go, "Thank you for that."
He goes, "No problem."
See, he got to use his expertise, his training. He has a little story he can tell when rejoins his mates, "This guy asked me what it feels like when you're having a heart attack. At first I thought he was joking. Then I realized, this guy could actually be having one. So I told him what it feels like."
Then he goes home. "Hey, Honey, the strangest thing happened today ..." He gets to be the hero again. In ways large and small. And that's what it's all about. He is self-actualized. And that is a great feeing.
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Great scene!
That anger is what elected Trump, and a good thing too.
Correct, ricpic.
Last night the first thing I thought of was the movie Backdraft, and then Rescue Me and Denis Leary.
That was fun.
The firemen that I see depicted on tv don't match the firemen I see in Denver.
When the doctor called the amba-lance the apartment was suddenly filled with young athletic handsome muscular studs walking all around inside my apartment all dressed in the same body-cofoming t-shirts with the same shield on it. They looked like they were recruited from Chippendales. They asked a bunch of questions then one said, "... when the paramedics get here."
"Who are you guys?"
"We're emergency firemen. We get here before they do and make sure everything is okay."
"Oh."
Then much later there I was heading outside with my camera when they were called into the building. A cadre raced past me to go inside but one stayed outside and re-rolled his hose. Apparently they like to keep their hoses neat and tidy and perfectly rolled because there was no need for any hoses. So I took his picture. If you click on it, the picture gets big. I think.
See, now this right here is our tax dollars at work. And boy, do they ever work. Our emergency response teams are layered and they're very, uh, what's the word, responsive to emergencies.
Another time I did a time-lapse of sunrise with a building in the background a few blocks away. In a few of the frames I noticed a dot on the building. I looked at it in full size. Not blown up, just regular size from the camera which turns out to be huge. The dot is a fireman repelling down the building. They do these things for fun. They'll tell you it's for practice. But practice is fun.
Oh, that page was easy to find. Spiderman sunrise.
Usually the sunrises are better than this one. The glass reflects gold and colors. But this day was less interesting except for noticing Spiderman. I did not know they do such things.So quietly, and so early in the morning. Like they're in the military or something.
They buy their lunches at Albertson's. They can be seen crawling the aisles at noon partially dressed in their outrageous outfits. Heavy pants with suspenders that look like protection from weather in Nepal Himalayas. But not the top portion. Which make them look like boys wearing their vastly oversized overly heavy grandpa's pants and fierce boots. I interrupted one's private contemplation to ask, "How can you tell if you're having a heart attack?"
He laughed.
Then he realized it's a serious question. His expression changed with this realization that this what his training is for. This is where he can put it to use. I could see his mental gears going. He produced a textbook description of what a heart attack feels like.
Pain in your arms, jaw, neck, back, or chest. Shortness of breath or breathlessness. Lightheadedness or dizziness. Cold sweat, clammy skin. Heartburn. Fatigue or exhaustion.
I go, "Thank you for that."
He goes, "No problem."
See, he got to use his expertise, his training. He has a little story he can tell when rejoins his mates, "This guy asked me what it feels like when you're having a heart attack. At first I thought he was joking. Then I realized, this guy could actually be having one. So I told him what it feels like."
Then he goes home. "Hey, Honey, the strangest thing happened today ..." He gets to be the hero again. In ways large and small. And that's what it's all about. He is self-actualized. And that is a great feeing.
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