Before BangShift Mid-West came into being, I was working out of the back of a beauty parlor simply because it had free Internet available. Sometimes I was there when everybody was there, other times nobody was there but me. One thing that was a constant in that location was that it was a block away from a fire station that seemed to get a call twice a day. But it’s weird…even when they are fully lit up, with sirens on, the current fire engines that rip past the building don’t shriek or scream. I don’t know if that’s due to hearing that has been altered by years of rock music, drumming, working under running helicopters and explosions or not, but I remember the units that would rip around Colorado Springs, screaming sirens that seemed to be heard across the entire city and a blast horn that could physically move a Chevy Citation out of the damn way, never mind scare the old man in the Chrysler E-class half to death while his grandson is learning the fun that “ringing in the ears” is all about. Fire engines are two things: they are the embodiment of the good guys when the day has gone to hell for someone, and they are a rolling, strobe-light equipped “GET OUT OF THE WAY” statement that leaves behind a tinge of diesel fumes. They rule, and Mr. Regular will tell you why as he gets a shot at this 1982 Hahn HCP-10 pumper unit.
(Language warning: There’s a couple of words. Mind the little ears.)
With all the talk lately about flying the flag… Would someone tell these people the the flag should only be on the right front fender. Flying it tied like a beach towell to the rear hand rail??? I’ll put away my soap box now.
Fire departments seem to have a tough time with that one. I don’t know much about flag placement, but I feel a bit obligated to forgive because Detroit.
Nothing sounds like those monsters and they make me happy.
All due respect “BennyB”…just google “flag ediquette” and you and everyone could learn how to display the flag properly.