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The firehouse alarm sounds. Then another and another. Cop cars and fire trucks go screaming past my house. Tons of them. I check the 911 app on my phone and see that there’s an MVA down the road. 

I can’t go—I’m about to start class for the new semester of the paramedic program at the community college—first day of patho is in 45 minutes on the other side of the river.

Then I hear the helicopter.

Okay… this is a bad one. 

I throw on my jacket (haven’t worn the local volly gear in a while), and head to the scene. Past a million cops, and beyond the yellow tape, a pick up truck is mashed nose first into a tree. A medic was instructing firemen who were about to start CPR. I helped him fetch a few things while he was on his phone with medical control—already looking to “call it”.

You do this long enough and you know when they’re gone just by the look on their face. The driver had that look. His twin brother, the passenger, died in the hospital later that night.  

The medic asked me to put a sheet over the driver, so I did. Then I went to school like nothing happened.  

As the World Burns


Twelve acres of brush fire yesterday. Seven fire departments sent equipment.


Under control in less than two hours. Pretty bad-ass, those fire guys!

Q: What’s a word that begins with “F”…

… and ends with “UCK”?



(Also Fuuuuck!. As in my reaction when I got roped into standing by with our ambulance on my one day “off” out of nine in a row, at a FF1 burn class).

Oh well.

Here’s the new crop:


And while we’re talking firefighters… now would be an appropriate time to post this video:

* Since this blog is anonymous, I will only say I may or may not be the drummer in the band you hear in the above.



Bag o’ Babies (Part II)

Dear Readers of this Blog,

Apologies for the length of yesterday’s blog. (What can I say… ? We saved a life … I was excited).

But this is the internet. I know. You want pith. Wit. And above all else—brevity!

So allow me to make up for my mistake:


This is a rescue dummy from the FF1 class we were staged at this morning. Now, I’m no expert … but I think they forgot something inside the burn structure.

P.S. And if you like photos of creepy-ass baby mannequins, check out this classic post: Bag o’ Babies.