The Chief asks a question as we pass in the yard on his way to the house. I take the question to be rhetorical in nature but, just to be sure, I give him my best “I dunno” look. Not a great look, for a quite excellent question– how was there fire on both floors?
There’s a longer answer above...
Feb
05
Ink
I don’t hunt.
I don’t have a pickup truck.
I don’t have a mustache.
I don’t have a tattoo. Or several.
How I am a Wisconsin firefighter is anyone’s guess.
Some of my failures to conform are philosophical. Some practical. Some merely convenience.
Because I was put on Team Mammal,...
Jan
27
Slippery Slopes
Of all the icy slopes I have ascended, this one hardly registers as a slope. No crampons or ice axe needed. No pickets, no jumar, no rope. This is just a driveway.
But it is a long, sloping driveway at night, with ice and snow, running down to a house on the lake. A man in the lake house...