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...
Jan
04
O Six Hundred
Six in the morning, Sunday. There are 180 gradations on the Fahrenheit O’meter between water being a solid, liquid or vapor. Apparently, it takes only one of the water is a solid degrees for a collection of state and local officials to muster for a firefighting rite of passage.
Firefighter One...