Fire

I've been around fire for much of my life. As a child, I had horrible, waking nightmares about fire. In one, I "woke" to find the desk next to my bed covered in glowing coals, steaming and smoking. In another, I looked around to see my room in flames, jumped out of bed and opened the door to see the hallway engulfed in flames. Both times, I started screaming that the house was on fire, causing my poor father to leap out of bed and charge past me down the hallway. Upon fully waking, nothing was amiss. The worst however, was the time I opened my eyes to see to severed hands floating above my bed. In one hand was a box of matches, the other, a wooden match. The second hand struck the match on the side of the box, and dropped the match in my bed. I can still see that in my minds eye, like it happened yesterday.

While my subconscious is apparently terrified of fire, I consciously have no fear, just respect. In fact, I've found myself drawn to fire. So much so I volunteered to become a firefighter back in 1986 when Cindy and I lived in Cortland. When we moved to Binghamton in 1988, I joined Prospect Terrace Fire Department, and have been a member ever since. Through training and on calls I've been in several building fires. It's quite an experience. First, despite the protective gear, it's much hotter than you might think. Also, it's very difficult to see, with the smoke and steam. The fire is often just a dull glow, not at all like the dramatic flames Hollywood likes to show. It can be very claustrophobic, and that is probably the number one cause of potential firefighters washing out. It is very unnerving to be in a dangerous environment with one of of your primary senses (sight) removed. In fact, when we train new firefighters, we will often put wax paper in their mask, or make them put their hood on backwards so they learn how to find their way on touch alone (though heavy gloves).

FDNY

This brings us to the horrible tragedy in New York City, where a firefighter perished. They were conducting an interior attack on a fire when the call came in to pullout. Somehow Michael Davidson became separated from the rest of his crew and was lost. Despite the imminent danger of collapse and a raging fire, his fellow firefighters went back in to find him. The pulled him out, but it was too late. He left behind a wife and four children under the age of 7.

Of course, FDNY handled this horrible loss with a sad dignity. They stood at solemn attention as their fallen brother was transported from the fire, to the hospital, to the funeral home. Once he was recovered, FF Davidson was never left alone, a brother or sister always at his side as he rested. Likewise, his young widow is accompanied everywhere by FDNY escorts.

Meanwhile, his engine, Engine 69, is taken out of service as brother and sister firefighters spend hours scrubing the hard working rig that will be Michael Davidson's final ride. The Emerald Society, FDNY's Pipes and Drums band played it's mournful tunes. It is overwhelmingly sad. The hardest men and women I have ever met, are reduced to tears, yet they remain at attention, saluting their fallen brother, with the same courage and fortitude with which they attack fire. Stronger and better people do not exist, yet they will downplay their role, their heroism. Immediately after the burial, many quickly return to their station, and await the bells which will send them off to their next call. No break given, none expected.

Make no mistake, these men and women are true hero's, in every sense of the world. As a volunteer firefighter I have a small glimpse of their world, yet I can hardly fathom a career of such danger and loss with over 26,000 annual structure fires (71 a day), and 1,150 firefighters killed in the 153 year history of the department. They have earned and deserve the respect of anyone that lives or visits New York City. If something goes wrong, no worries, they have your back and they're happy to help.

That is what we should all take from the tragedy: No matter how savage the punch, no matter how vicious the loss, the human spirit, embodied by The FDNY, will prevail. Take heart in that, and hug, or at least shake the hand, of the next firefighter you see. That's all they want.

Travel, hallways, and winter continues...

I tend to write a blog when I feel inspired, or when I've done enough to fill up a page or so. Of course, there are times when I am busy, but whatever I'm doing is just not worthy of interest. It is also somewhat embarrassing how little actual progress I make at times, so there is that too. For today's blog, I think I have enough to write about, and I think I'm inspired enough to make it interesting. We shall see.

Back in 2007, standing on a ridge in the Sierra mountains
with a not so active fire behind me. I got out in time. 

I spent last week out in Idaho, Boise specifically, for an Incident Meteorologist refresher. For those that do not know, I am an IMET (Incident Meteorologist) and get dispatched, primarily to wildfires in the western U.S., to provide specific weather forecasts for the incident. These forecasts are used to help plan the command staff direct operations against the fire in a safe manner. It's a great conference with intensive training and good people. One of the final things we must practice is deploying and getting into a fire shelter in a matter of seconds, always entertaining and interesting as I try to stuff this old, 6' 3" frame into what is essentially a large Zip-Lock bag. I have no doubt that if I were actually about to be overrun by a wildfire, I'd get into that thing amazingly fast.

Boise itself is a beautiful city. Up and coming, active, young and very western. Trendy restaurants seem to be popping up everywhere as the state capital and college town blend with old west sensibility. Fresh air and open spaces make the place invigorating. Keep in mind though, I was there in March, with average highs in the 50's and even a passing shower from time to time. In summer, 100 degrees is not uncommon as the desert-like nature of the place takes over. The natural vegetation, outside of the watered areas, is dead grass and rocks, until you get into the nearby mountains, where cooler air and additional precipitation allows for beautiful evergreens.

Just another March snowstorm.

While I was in Boise, it snowed at home, of course, leaving Cindy to deal with it. March is generally a snowy month in upstate NY, which is really quite cruel. The increased sunlight from the longer days gives you hope, only to have those hopes dashed in yet another storm. The problem is that Canada is still bitter cold, while the southern U.S. begins to warm. This creates a strong temperature gradient on which storms love to build. They also love to track up along the mid Atlantic and northeast coast, which puts Binghamton in a very favorable spot for snow, and lots of it. Luckily for Cindy, that strong March sun helps melt the snow, so she decided not to shovel and allow nature to take it's course. I'd be happy to teach my bride how to operate the snowblower, but the chance of her actually using it are about as low as the chance for a snow free March.

The repaired wall. Still needs a bit of fine sanding and
some primer. 

On the home improvement and remodel front, I've been mainly working in the upstairs hallway, The wall repair job that I wrote extensively about is pretty much done. Just some finishing sanding and the wall will be ready to paint. First of course, will be the ceiling, which is ready to go after repairs and other prep. I've also been working in the bathroom, repairing and painting the window frame and door. The bathroom door had a huge mirror, which I removed months ago. It left behind drill holes, but even worse was that the door had never been painted beneath the mirror. Four coats of thinly applied pair were needed to cover up the ugliness.

We've been using the alarm system I installed after Christmas, with only one false alarm. Cindy accidentally set off the alarm while leaving for work one morning, unfortunately while I was in the shower, This resulted in a sleepy person in California calling and asking for our safe word, and me tracking and dripping water all the way downstairs to turn off the alarm At least we know everything is working. We have three faulty sensors which I need to track down and get advice on from SimpliSafe but the door sensors are working perfectly, which is the main thing.

That's about all I have for now. Hopefully the next blog will document progress in the hallway, and a quick getaway trip to one of our favorite spots.