In Which The Cat Shoots Me The Bird

Yesterday one of our shop cats took the opportunity to have a batch of kittens while I was at the firehouse. This cat, commonly referred to as SkunkButt, is an industrious little beast. She knows full well that I was aware she wasn’t just “getting fat” and that soon our …

Bright Lights, Mid-Sized City

People outside of the fire business seem to have an insatiable curiosity when it comes to this line of work. When folks find out that you’re a fireman, there is a predictable litany of questions that run the gamut from “What’s it like to face potential threat of death regularly?” …

Blast Off

Each Thursday that the crew of Ladder Truck 2-B is on duty, we train with the Hazardous Materials Team down at Fire Station #12. This training lasts most of the day, and while there is always the threat of learning new and valuable techniques for dealing with spills, releases and …

A Goat Named Sugar

A big slice of sugar-coated Midwestern pie dropped into my lap today. I was taking the Heathens to school when we passed by a neighbors’ hobby farm; the kind with one or two of each of breed and variety of livestock, all co-mingling like some kids’ utopian storybook. Today, one …

Gym-nasties

There are only so many heartbeats that each of us are assigned in this life; how we use them is completely and totally up to us. Whether we choose to waste them at a rapid pace by activities such as “exercise” or we choose to maximize our life time-schedule by …

Kulture Klub

In the not-too-distant past, I cribbed a line from either a friend, a movie or some other source that basically went along these lines: when declaring myself dictator of the world or some other such nonsense I would add at the end “and I want the letter Q stricken from …

OD’d on OCD

“Well…….I don’t like banks” This baffling and absolute declaration of sentiment was Bones’ reaction to his latest statement from a large, faceless institution whose name rhymes with Bells Margo. In an apparent give-and-take of interaction, my brother was attempting to close down an account at the aforementioned institution and was …

Dear Santa Barbara, I hate you

Dear Santa Barbara…… It’s taken me 16 years to write this letter. It’s been a long time coming and we both knew it had to happen. How could you do this to me? To us? I grew up with you. I loved you as a child. With your constant 72 …