Thursday, May 24, 2012
Engine House 14
Billy and I walked through the alley, cutting through Beverly's yard and then across the street to Engine House 14. Daisy's class took a walking field trip to see the fire station. Their teacher has them all convinced (as she is convinced) that fire houses are THE BEST FIELD TRIPS EVER. And in some ways, they are pretty cool. It's a mystery that's solved, a tangible career made even more visible (they put out fires, they rescue people, they respond to emergencies. Compare that to "project manager" or "assistant to the CFO" or some other classification).
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Lovely!
Our firehouses, here in rural Vermont, function as community centers of sorts. They offer New Year's and Mother's Day Breakfasts (sausage, eggs, potatoes, muffins, and pancakes with Vermont maple syrup, all on paper plates), and hunt dinners (bear, deer, moose, etc.) At the latter, I mostly eat dessert.
I always loved trips to the firehouse because the firemen are people who exist only to help people - like you said, put out fires, rescue people, get cats out of trees, etc.
Police, on the other hand, are a 50-50 shoot: when you see them they are either there to help you or get YOU in trouble. :)
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