This blog came to me this morning as I was answering my messages from late yesterday evening and last night. I started remembering when I was a little boy how I enjoyed either sitting in the living room floor (or at the dining room table) and playing with my fire trucks. I wasn't like most little boys though. . .mine had to be set-up correctly. The ladder or snorkel had to be at a "building" (a large cardboard box) and the engine had to be positioned properly so as to be able to provide the ladder with water. Now that I'm grown I still do that only instead of cardboard boxes I posess the ability and skill to place an aerial device properly on a real building to allow my comrades to fight the flames and rescue occupants that might be trapped. The toy engine has been replaced with a real one capable of delivering anywhere from 750 to 1,250 Gallons Per Minute (GPM). I know of no other profession - other than maybe a police officer - where a grown man can do what he enjoyed as a child and get paid for it!
Walter
