Friday, January 28, 2011


I really don’t know where to start, other than to re-introduce myself:

I drive a fire truck for a large southern California department. Really large. Let’s put it this way: I could start the day with my toes in the sand at the beach, drive up to snow-capped mountains, and across a vast desert all in one day, and still be within the department’s jurisdiction. We have boats, helicopters, bulldozers, heavy tow trucks, air units, light units, haz mat and USAR squads, and a couple of Honda Prius.

Of course, my station covers just a tiny fraction of that county. It sits on the west-end of a suburb, dubbed P-Town by the local gangbangers. I’ve worked here for almost half of my 15 years in the fire service. Seven other stations protect this city as well.

My district is a mix of residential and commercial. Four major freeways pass through it, along with two rail lines and a flood control channel. It’s home to a prominent university, a state hospital, a hotel, and headquarters to a couple of national companies. We also have three mobile home parks and a strip club. And yet we only have one Starbucks—go figure.

On any given day, I might run calls with local PD, county sheriffs, State police (at the college), or CHP (California Highway Patrol officers, who would issue a citation to their own grandmothers).

My station shares grounds with one of several training towers for the department. Most mornings we wake to sounds of a military-style recruit academy beginning another grueling day of training. Brings back lots of great memories.

Here’s what’s going on this week: One of our most recent calls was a fatality fire. We’re participating in ongoing firefighter survival training drills. We have a new boot fireman. And, oh yeah, our new rig got wrecked. So you’re going to hear about some of this in the weeks to come.

On my days off, I play in a rock band, and try my best to parent two recalcitrant teens. Loads of laughs.

Stick around…

(P.S. Next week, I’ll be hosting a give-away contest here on “The Damage is Done.”)


Unknown said...

I, for one, am glad you are back to blogging, even if it is at a different address. And I look forward to getting caught up on all your craziness.

Oh, and tell your beautiful wife I miss her posts too!

Rachel said...

I'm still sitting here gasping at the ONE STARBUCKS thing. EEK!

I'm waiting... for the stories... because I know they're in there.

And you can put them to words while you sip at your solitary Starbucks...

And I miss your wife too. In a very "you're the good friend I've only ever met once but would totally tell secrets to" way.

Unknown said...

Glad you're back. Does this mean I've attained to being one of the 'old timers' since I can say I knew the Switch2Planb days?