 | The Cavalier daily Tuesday, February 13, 1973 |  |
'Close-Up' On Firefighters
felony; if someone dies, it's
murder; in any case, "It's a
sickness."
Incidentally, in any call-in
alarm the line is automatically
tapped until the engine arrives
and confirms the call as
legitimate. Otherwise, the call
is immediately traced.
12:05 a.m. Wonder what
ever happened to the old fire
pole...
"Too many firemen getting
hurt. I remember one fellow
down in Richmond once broke
both ankles on it."
It's a rough life.
***12:20 a.m. What about a
mascot?
"Well, we had 'Chips' at one
time. He used to bark every
breath at a fire, and never say a
word on the way back. He even
fell off the engine once, around
a sharp curve, but he hobbled
back. We finally had to give
him away to a farmer in the
county, who came home drunk
one night and shot all the dogs
and cats on the place...." Chips
included.
12:35 a.m. Finally talked
myself into bed; or rather,
talked everyone else into bed,
which left relatively few
alternatives. In addition to
clean sheets, my room was
embellished with a
complimentary copy of
"Close-Up" magazine. The
photography was atrocious, the
girls worse. Got to sleep,
nevertheless... With my socks
on, in case anything worth
while should happen. It never
did.
6:45 a.m. I was dragged out
and offered a cup of coffee, or
I'd still be there.
"Hey, where were you, bo?
You missed three alarms!"
"No actually, it's kind of
rare for it to be that quiet.
Usually some joker will call
about 3 or 4 and ask for
McDonald's, or 'Clyde,' or
something or other."
Just like fishing: If I'm
around, nothing happens. But
if it should, I have a feeling
someone will be ready. Not
me, but someone.
| The Cavalier daily Tuesday, February 13, 1973 | |