Saturday, August 18, 2007

We may have a problem here,,,,

I think I know how the old fire house dogs feel.

I was running the other night when the local F.D. responded to a call, an engine, a squad and a ladder. "Q's" blasting, air horns fit to raise the dead, diesel's roaring, lights like lightning telling everyone to get the hell out of the way!

My nipples stood up and I got cold chills.

Some addictions are never cured.

The wife asked me if they would just let me drive the truck, can you imagine how that interview would go?

I'm thinking,,,,poorly.

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