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The First Due Blog Carnival

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The Fire Critic is sponsoring The First Due Blog Carnival (http://firecritic.com/blog-carnival/) and it is the first-ever blog carnival for firefighting. All bloggers are welcomed to submit a blog by no later than March 22, 2010 and the topic for the first installment is:

 I AM A Firefighter Because…

I grew up believing that firefighters were the bravest, most honorable and unselfish people that walked the Earth.

I took this belief that I held of firefighters and put it into practice by becoming one.

It was necessary that I did this for ME. That may appear to be selfish, but please allow me to explain.

Quite simply; I would have most likely died a rebellious, young man had I not embraced the ideals of a firefighter.

I realize that this swims against the tide of the usual “to help someone in need” crowd, but at the time, I was the one in need of help and in some respects, it DID involve a fire; but it was the fire that was burning inside of me and about to flash over.

I also credit my participation in team sports while growing up for helping me to return to the right path. I believe that firefighting is the ultimate team for the extreme.

You see; because of my radical, rebellious behavior as a young adult, I destroyed my relationship with my parents.

A simple “I’m sorry” wasn’t going to fix the damage that I inflicted upon them

No; this was going to have to be a visible, spiritual change in me-one that they could see and feel and to know that it was genuine.

So, I joined the local fire department and the rest, as they say, is history.

I carried my mother’s compassion, because she was always the one who cooked and cleaned for us, got us safely to wherever we needed to go and took care of us when we were sick. They were perfect attributes for my time with the ambulance service.

Dad was a veteran of the Great Depression and World War II. He educated himself by reading whatever he could get his hands on, had a keen aptitude for taking things apart to discover what made them work, wasn’t afraid to work hard and get dirty, used colorful language if the situation called for it and was the most honest person that I have ever known. He would have been a GREAT firefighter.

To apologize to them and to honor them, I took the values that they had instilled in me as a youngster, misplaced as a young adult and re-discovered some years later and became a firefighter; someone who was more like them/someone that they could be proud of.

And though they never told me, they never had to tell me that they were proud of me. Others that they had told were telling me!

Mom always told me that when our tones dropped, Dad would not leave the scanner until we had completed our call. What she didn’t tell me was that SHE was sitting right next to Dad. How cool is that?

They are both gone now, but are still with me every day, reminding me of why I became a firefighter and why I still love the fire service.

Because, even though I became a firefighter for them and for me, I also learned from them that helping in a time of need is an innately, uniquely, precious commodity that is more valuable than the rarest diamond. You could NEVER buy the kind of hope and support that we provide to our neighbors in need or the pride that it brings to us as ones who are able to affect the outcome!

Yeah; I’m still telling Mom and Dad that I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry for the sacrifices that my family and I have made so that I could be a better person-a better firefighter.

And those ideals that I found in firefighters?

They were right there in front of me; in my parents all along and passed on to me.

It’s funny how Life can take your journey full circle!

TCSS.

Art

Please visit: www.fireemsblogs.com and my blog at: www.chiefreasonart.com

That Last Goodbye

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Donald W. McDowell, 71, of Woodhull, died Friday, January 29, 2010, in his home.

Don was my chief and my mentor.  He was responsible for unleashing this passion of mine for the fire service. Don served on the department for 16 years and I had the privilege of serving with him for the last half of those years.

By some standards, 16 years might not seem like many, but they were very productive and fruitful for the department during that time.

You see; I can only speculate on what the department meant to Don. He didn’t talk about it. He just went out and did it. I believe that it was simple for Don, in that he was one of those people who felt that any able-bodied man should help their fire department. Only he knows his reasons.

However; I CAN tell you what Don meant to the fire department.

Back then-and I am talking about the 70-80s-firefighting and training for it consisted of learning how to operate the pump and man a hose. Protective clothing was optional. If you look at old pictures, rarely would you see our firefighters in full gear. SCBAs were for sissies and training was done “in house”.

So, Don went about it with little vibrato, but he didn’t do it quietly either. Most of the time, Don spoke as if there was a freight train going through the room. In other words, he yelled a lot. He was one of those gems who thought that by yelling, he could penetrate some very thick skulls.

He was willing to show you how to do something and if you weren’t real sharp like me, he’d show you again. Where Don had little patience was with those who didn’t pay attention. You learned something at his pace; not your’s.

In my eyes, Don was a giant and also very strong. Forcible entry was Don putting his shoulder to the door! His hands were the size of baseball mitts. His temper was legendary; I had heard many of the stories by the time I joined the department. I figured at some point, Don would grind me into worm food, because without too much effort, I could incite guys like him, for some strange reason. Most likely, it was because I didn’t know when to shut up!

But, the craziest thing happened. Don took me under his massive wing. Where he went, I went. If he went in, I went in. I always felt safe with Don. I think that he was more forgiving of me, because he knew that we both wanted a better fire department.

And under his leadership, we became better equipped and better trained.

He took a large group of us to fire school in Sherrard in the early 80s; something unheard of for our department. From there, several of us went on to become state-certified firefighters.

At the same time, his wife Sandy was resurrecting the women’s auxiliary to help raise money for better turnout gear, portable radios and ultimately, our very first set of hydraulic rescue tools. He was chief at the time we took over extrication from the ambulance service.

Simply put, Don raised the bar. He was one of the most unselfish men that I have ever known.

His time with the fire department cannot be measured in years, but in hours; the countless hours that he put in. One only needs to walk into the meeting room to know a little about Don. He designed it and led the effort to build it; all with donated labor.

There is another measure of a good leader and that is leaving it better than you found it.

And if you ask anyone who served with Chief Don McDowell, they will tell you to a man that Don left it much better and that he put it on a path that is still followed today.

I want to thank his family for sharing him with us and for the sacrifices that were made.

I hope that the sorrow for our loss is tempered with feelings of pride from knowing that Don truly made a difference and left an impact upon our fire department, our community, fire district and those around us.

See you later, Don.

Blog Contest? No Contest!

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The FireCritic-the blog site with the “unadulterated” view of the fire service is hosting a Blog Contest for 2009. You can view it here: http://firecritic.com/2010/01/contest-netcast-and-best-of-2009/.

I am not participating in the contest. For one thing, it is NOT a best blog of 2009. It is either a best blogger or best blog site for 2009. No matter; he also sells T-shirts, though I prefer Black Helmet apparel. In fact; I got a sweet long underwear Tee and a ballcap with the BH logo just before Christmas. Too cool.

Why am I not participating?

Because I don’t write for a grade.

I write for you; my faithful readers who every now and then lets me know that I have touched a chord in them with something that I wrote.

Well; that’s not entirely true.

I also write because it helps me to process some very thought-provoking, nasty, bad stuff sometimes and it helps to “talk out loud”, so to speak.

I also have many goofy moments when I find something humorous and write about it. Funny thing is…by the time I finish writing about it, it doesn’t seem as funny. I’ll have to work on picking better subjects!

So, it is rather uncomfortable for me when someone thanks ME for something that I wrote and they read. It is I who should be thanking YOU for taking the time to read some of my “stuff”. I know there are times when 20 minutes in the can isn’t enough time, so I have been trying to compress my thoughts. But please know that I truly appreciate it when you let me know in some way that what I wrote touched you in some way.

No; I will not participate in a gratuitous contest if we aren’t going to categorize them (Best Supporting Socks, etc.) and review an entire year’s body of work in selecting the best blog/blogger/blog site/whatever-in-the-hell it is that they are contesting.

Now; here is where you-the readers come in. I have listed most of my works for year 2009. You won’t have to go back and search. I would like you to tell me what you thought was the best one and WHY? Yes; that means you would have to comment, but here’s the hook. I will select the best reply and that reply could win a hard-to-find Firefighter Monopoly game. Already have one? Hey; they make great gifts.

I have always considered myself a blogger for FireFighterNation. It is true that they set me up with my own digs at www.chiefreasonart.com, but the link between the two cannot be broken. I got my start blogging during the war years at Firehouse.com, moved to the safe harbor of IACOJ.com and then was invited to join FirefighterNation. My journeys start from here.

For the statisticians in the crowd; in 2009, I wrote and posted 60 articles on a wide range of subjects, including a great interview with Paul Grimwood. In addition, I posted 11 episodes of “The Adventures of Jake and Vinnie©”. It also goes without saying that I participated in numerous discussions.

So, if you would do me the honors…click, read, comment and WIN!

Deadline for the contest will be Midnight, January 17, 2010. All decisions are final.

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Becoming a Trustee Was My Destiny

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I believe that my frugality was established at a very early age and I offer these examples:

As a kid, I couldn’t afford to go down to the dime store and buy a toy gun. Nope; when the other neighbor kids and I played “Army”, we used sticks for guns and apples for grenades.

You didn’t use just any stick. It had to resemble a rifle, so you searched for a stick that was wider at one end to resemble the stock and narrow at the other end to resemble the barrel. It had to be at least three feet long, but not too long. You didn’t want to be accused of having a musket!

The “pistol” had to be short and curved at one end for the grip and your holster was your pocket. You had to remember to take it out before you sat down or risk a serious injury!

The apples that were used as “grenades” could not be thrown. They had to be “lobbed”. Anyone who watched “Combat” on TV knows the technique.

To “motorize” our bicycles, we used a clothespin and baseball card that would touch the spokes to make the sound. It was sweet!

Better still; we would buy the long balloons, inflate them to half-full and then tie them on the inside of the fork, so that it would rub against the spokes. I swear that it sounded like a ’49 Pan Head!

Wiffle Ball was another one where you would show your ingenuity; not so much to save money-that was a given-but, in the heat of battle, you didn’t want to stop the game, if you cracked the wiffle ball. So, you would tape up the ball with either electrical or masking tape. Duct tape had not been invented yet. Because the ball was now heavier than the bat, you would crack the bat and give it the same treatment as the ball. Tape saved many a close wiffle ball game!

When I got my first car, could I afford chrome wheels? No way; but I could afford a can of aluminum silver paint and four Baby Moon hubcaps, so for $22, I had “chrome” wheels.

To get the tires to shine, you would either spray them with high gloss black paint or do what I did. I would “borrow” some of Dad’s brake fluid and wipe it on the tires. They looked like new!

How many of you wore a T-shirt backwards under your V-neck sweaters? I know I did. I couldn’t afford a dickie (see Eddie in “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” for example) much less a mock turtleneck. I would simply take one T-shirt, cut out the “Fruit of the Loom” tag and that would be the T-shirt that I would wear backwards under my V-necks. You left just enough tag to get it right the first time! I was stunning!

Tape decks were expensive and you didn’t want them stolen, so you would install them in your glove box. That way, you could lock them up for added security. It worked great until the crooks figured out from all of the tapes laying on the front seat that the player was in the glove box.

You didn’t buy a new carburetor; you re-built the old one. Spark plugs were removed, cleaned, re-gapped and put back in.

If you got a flat tire, you didn’t buy a new tube; you patched it. I used to change tires for customers when I worked at a gas station during my college days. I would patch a tube that already had five patches on it! No one wanted to pay three dollars for a new tube if you could get the old one patched for a buck!

While attending college, I never bought new books. I bought used ones. They were a lot cheaper and the important stuff was already highlighted!

Now; tell me that I wasn’t cut out to be a trustee.

Don’t let that new fire truck that we just bought fool you.

We got the loan at ZERO interest.

Yeah; I’m good at this stuff!

TCSS.

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The President’s New Plan

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Author’s Note: In light of the many serious discussions lately, I felt that it was time to lighten it up a bit. Please take this in the spirit that it is given.

Chief: The President of the fire board wants a new fire protection plan for the fire district.

AC: But, there’s nothing wrong with the old plan.

Chief: Yeah, but he says that it doesn’t go far enough to cover all the citizens in the district, especially the unincorporated residents. So, we have to do our duty to secure his place in the annuls of fire district history.

AC: So, it’s up to us to convince at least two-thirds of the department that something they haven’t seen yet will somehow be better for them?

Chief: Exactly.

AC: We will have to raise taxes, reduce services, limit coverage and negotiate better pricing from suppliers. Some districts have already lost their coverage or are operating on a shoestring. I think costs might skyrocket for existing departments and their consumers.

Chief: Don’t worry about it. Talk to them. Maybe they will want to opt in with us. We could charge them, which would hold down our costs and besides; we have four years to get this done. Meanwhile, we will be collecting the tax on it now and for the next four years to pay for the new plan.

AC: So, we’re going to be collecting money on a plan that isn’t in place now, but will be four years from now?

Chief: Go Skippy, but we have to get the new plan passed now! We continue under the old plan for now, but we have to get a commitment on the new plan.

AC: Well, we ARE the two most powerful people on the department, so we should be able to twist some arms. No; that might leave a mark. We’ll bribe them instead.

Chief: Let’s say “persuade”. “Bribe” sounds too…you know; dishonest! Call a meeting and tell them what the President wants. Have it catered. Pay for it out of the fund marked “Blago”. I have to go and check the climate. I’ll be back in a week. Make it happen or else…

AC: Roger that. Enjoy your ski trip.

Later, while the children slept and democracy wept…

AC: OK; let’s call this meeting to order, so that we can vote on the new plan that our President of the board wants. I’d like to see a show of hands of those who support it.

Tom Terrific: Uh, Harry? We haven’t heard anything about the plan. Is there something we can read? Anything about it on C-Span? How can we vote on something that we don’t know anything about?

AC: We do that all the time. Look; this is purely hypothetical; you know; an abstract. I thought I emailed everyone. You should have seen it. OK; show of hands…

Made Mary: Excuse me, Harry, but my moral conscience won’t allow me to do this.

AC: Morals have nothing to do with it! It’s about TEAM. You chose your side when you joined the department. Who said that this is a democracy?

Big Ben: You’ve always said that the fire house ISN’T a democracy!

AC: Precisely, so let’s see those hands…need two-thirds.

Tricky Dick: Harry; just so this isn’t a complete waste of time could you rough something out with regards to a plan?

AC: What? You bunch of sissies act like you don’t trust me. You’re still sore because I didn’t get your club memberships into the last budget, aren’t you?

Well, hell! OK; here’s some thoughts and we’re just spitballin’ here. We’ll increase the fees on the young ones, because they will be paying in longer, but in the end, will get less back. Plus, if it gets too expensive for them, they could work two jobs. They need to burn off all of that Red Bull that they drink anyway. We’ll limit what the older ones get to do, but we’ll raise their rates and tell them that it’s going into a pension fund. What we WON’T tell them is that they can’t collect until they’re 85. We’ll also push the public option on them. That’s right; they’ll get to do all of the public stuff like inspections, fire prevention at the schools and my favorite; pulling the trucks outside and washing them in full view of the public. Besides; what’s their options? OK; get those hands up…

Little Joe: Harry; you can forget my vote. I cannot support anything with a public option that is so public. I think that the pension language as written is appropriate, but the board should limit their involvement in the plan.

Meanwhile…

Chief: How’s it going, Harry?

AC: Damn; I’m three votes short of having the majority.

Chief: Who can we turn?

AC: I’d say Mary, Ben and Joe. Leave it to me.

Made Mary: Harry; it isn’t going to work. I have to think about my friends on this department. I told them that I would always put them first. My word is my bond. I am strong; I’m invincible…

AC: I get it. We need an administrative assistant. You get a hybrid car, a laptop, I-Phone and it pays $40,000 a year for work you’ll never do.

Made Mary: DONE!

AC: Buy your friends something nice.

Little Joe: Harry; about that public option…

AC: Joe; you know that you love getting up in front of crowds and speaking to them about your independent style. You’re the hold out; you want me to beg? OK; I’m begging. We’ll take out most of the public option. Inspections stay in because I plan on raising inspection fees to help reduce the deficit. Can you live with that, you bug-eyed chameleon?

Little Joe: See; that wasn’t so hard was it? Compromise, Harry; give and take. But, according to my math, you are still one vote short and I must say that I’m a little disappointed that I am not playing to role of spoiler this time. No rock star sex for me!

AC: I just threw up a little in my mouth. Sit down, Joe and quit pretending that the recycle bin is a podium.

Big Ben: Harry; this plan as you describe it sounds like an abortion and I cannot support it.

AC: How about I limit the choices to your choices, fund them through a satellite agency, hire SEIU to deal with the protesters and have your kid mow the lawn for us?

Big Ben: We don’t have any grass…ah hah; I get it! But, I already know Mary’s deal and Joe sold out too cheaply. I have my pride. My friends are telling me to “kill this bill”. Unless the language in this plan includes certain exemptions, I cannot support it.

AC: I see. I’ll only offer this once. You get Mary’s deal, plus free beer for a year and a Hooters gift card.

Big Ben: I always liked you, Harry. Count me in.

Chief: Well, Harry; how’d we do?

AC: Chief Pelosi, you can tell Barry that he’ll have his plan by Christmas.

Chief: Well done, Assistant Chief Harry Reid. Well done.

Ha, Ha, Ha; Merry Christmas.

TCSS.

Art

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Straight To the Point

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I’ll get straight to the point.

Disclaimer: So that my comments will not be taken out of context, I must point out that there are some very honorable and disciplined people who work for the news outlets. But, just like firefighters and cops, the bad ones spoil it for the good ones.

To those “good” journalists, I will simply say: Welcome to our world!

I think that it is a sad day in our country when a story involving a world famous golfer http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,577325,00.html and his car accident and insinuations that it was caused by a jealous wife over an extra-marital affair is gaining more coverage than the execution of four police officers from Lakewood, Washington http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,577325,00.html.

Why is that?

My theory is that, for some twisted reason, the news media has taken it upon themselves to declare and anoint themselves as the moral compass and judge of the people whom they proclaim as newsworthy.

I can guarantee you that if there was word that four police officers had been over-zealous with an arrest and there were claims of brutality, the media and their leading and speculative questions would come in rapid fire succession. The TV networks including cable would be flush with stories from people who know one of the police officers, to a former teacher of one of them, to a former wife of one of them to the guy at the convenience store who gives them free coffee and doughnuts (That’s another exclusive). The suspect is out, has retained attorney and we now go live to Geraldo Rivera standing by.

They also seem to have a particular zest for destroying our heroes or at the very least, people held in high regard by millions of fans from around the world. The media will just as dutifully come out swinging like Rocky Balboa caught by a swarm of bees against anyone foolish enough to attack THEIR heroes, however. It appears to me that there aren’t many of them left either.

Has anyone else noticed that lately, the news media has been driving criminal investigations? Has anyone else noticed that many of the cases are being tried in the news media? Have you noticed that police are getting blasted with compromising questions and are again blasted if they don’t answer them? Apparently, the news media believes that a criminal is too busy killing and running to watch TV-i.e. the news conferences, where the wrong question might tip law enforcement’s hand, thereby giving the criminal an advantage.

Where was it ever written that ALL information could be freely obtained with a request? When did the sliding scale slide so far to the left that it now compromises on-going criminal investigations and military strategies in two wars? Anymore; the enemy needs only to watch CBS, CNN, MSNBC or NBC to know what’s coming.

The media has somehow confused our right to know with their need for a story. You only need to watch an impromptu news conference and their rudeness towards the people at the microphones to know that they will stop at nothing to get what they want. Even if it includes filling in the blanks or at its very worst; making it up all together.

And on a day when we are begging for information on the four slain heroes from Lakewood, Washington, the news media are tripping over themselves trying to destroy someone who is hero to many kids in this world.

Yeah; I don’t like to use that word, “hero” to describe a professional athlete, but Tiger Woods is not your typical professional athlete. It is as if some in the news media can’t stand the fact that he is so good at what he does, is a very intelligent businessman, is married to one of the world’s most beautiful women and is a billionaire already. There HAS to be more to the story and the media will not rest until they get it.

In the meantime, a police department that has never had a line of duty death is reeling from four on the same day. Families are without their loved ones. A community is living in fear. At this writing, the suspect has not been captured. But that’s OK; we need to find out why Tiger won’t talk to the police about his fender bender.

I can’t speak for the rest of you, but I am not comfortable with someone else deciding what is and isn’t newsworthy. Are you OK with someone who is willing to sell out for an interview with the White House dinner crashers, the balloon hoax, the Runaway Bride and Jon and Kate? No thanks.

The news media should have enough respect for the consumers to know that we can read all about Tiger’s problems in the next issue of you name it, but right now, it should be in everyone’s hearts and minds that there are four families without their loved ones, a community without four of their finest and a scumbag who perpetrated this heinous crime that is still on the loose.

And nothing else is newsworthy at the moment.

Please take a moment to remember these fine law enforcement officers, their families, police department and their community of Lakewood.

TCSS.

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Giving Thanks by Giving Back

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I have been giving this some thought for the last few days and I keep coming back to the “same place”.

I realize that Thanksgiving has been our country’s day of thanks since 1621 (Fact Check!) and many profess through the social mediums that they are blessed and therefore, thankful every day.

Let’s face it; Thanksgiving Day and the Wal-Mart stampede on the day after called “Black Friday” has thrust this special day into little more than a tailgate party for the movie marathons and football games on TV. It signals the “official” start of the holiday shopping season and the kick-in-the-pants to get those heirloom, plastic Christmas lawn ornaments up and illuminated.

Seriously; how many actually recite the history of this day, spend time asking each other what they have to be thankful for or take a moment to remember all of our brave men and women who are on duty that day; be it the military, fire, police, EMS, hospitals or convenience stores?

My money is on chatter such as: “Did you get a deer yet? Did you see the game last night? Miley Cyrus’ tour bus was in a wreck? What time are you hitting the stores tomorrow? You doing an on-line shopping this year?”

You get the picture.

Don’t get me wrong; family, togetherness and the joy that it brings us is important to us and even more so this year.

Many of us are in the same “boat”. It might be a slightly, smaller boat, but at least OUR boat is still afloat!

We are still faced with the uncertainties of our economy with budget cuts, lay-offs, home foreclosures, double-digit unemployment and a weakened dollar.

Many have exhausted their unemployment benefits and their job searches. Many have cashed in their retirement plans to pay for mortgages, college and health insurance. As you can see, THEIR boats are sinking.

I was thinking: “You know; we have the entire rest of the year to feel lousy. Why can’t we at least feel good during the holiday season?”

Whether you receive your joy from getting help or you are joyful when helping others, then you should enjoy it.

My point is this: I want us to be thankful that WE can be helpful. That’s my message this year.

God knows that I have much to be thankful for. But this year, there are organizations that need our help both large and small. Neighbors, friends, relatives, total strangers, homeless shelters, animal shelters, other fire departments and ambulance services. They need to know that they are still valued members of our communities who will get healthy again; quite possibly with our help.

So please; prepare a meal, serve a meal, take a bag of canned goods to the food pantry, drop your change into the Kettle, take a warm coat, gloves, hats and scarves to a goodwill center or send a gift card to someone that you know is struggling. Send it anonymously if they’re too proud to take charity. Make a donation in the name of a loved one.

I think that many of us have been there at least once in our lives. Think back to how you felt.

Then, don’t do it because it makes YOU feel good. Do it because it will make SOMEONE ELSE feel good.

And don’t worry; our humility will tell us how to feel.

Remember the reason for the season.

Be joyous…

But, share the joy!

TCSS.

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An Army Private’s First Letter Home

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The envelope measured four inches wide by six inches long. It has held up rather well. It almost has a waxy feel to it. I am sure that it was white at one time, but is now a dark beige color.

In the top, left corner scribbled in pencil is: “after 5 days return to Pvt. W. H. Goodrich, Fort Leavenworth Kans.”

At the top, middle of the envelope is a postmark that says: “Fort Leavenworth Kans., 9 am, Aug 31, 1942.

In the top, right corner of the envelope are the postage cancellation lines and the word “free”.

The envelope is addressed: “Mrs. Walter H. Goodrich, Truro, Iowa.

Inside the envelope is one page of what appears to be paper torn from a pad of school note paper. It measures five and one-half inches wide by nine inches long. Written in pencil is the following:

Fort Leavenworth Kans., Sunday

Dearest Lela

Just a few lines to let you know I got down here OK. Got in last nite about 9:30 and got up at 4:30 this morning. Sure was a change for me. Well how do you feel by now. I hope you are fine. I sure hated to go to bed last nite all by myself.

I was talking to Carl P. today he said the folks was up at Winterset last nite did you go along if you did, did you have a good time? Well sweetheart I guess I’ll ring off for now And please take care of yourself and don’t worry about nothing tell all the folks I said Hello.

Don’t write till you hear from me again because I probably won’t be here long enough to get any mail. Over

Well honey I guess I’ll close this time. And until I see you I’ll be thinking of you all the time.

I’ll write later.

Oceans & Oceans of love,

Your Husband Gotch

My dad passed away in 1992, having served in both theaters of World War II. Yes; his nickname was “Gotch”.

Like many other soldiers, he said good-bye to his pregnant wife, his parents, his brothers and sisters and left to serve his country. I have his GI-issued Bible, a small, olive drab version that zips up. It is my most cherished possession of Dad’s. Inside it is a uniform patch (Tech Staff Sergeant) and a picture of him on an anti-aircraft gun in Washington, DC; his gig after he returned to the States, while awaiting his discharge.

My mother passed away in 1999. While we were clearing out her apartment, I found a small suitcase to the back of her closet and inside the suitcase were letters and cards that they exchanged while they were apart.

This letter that I share with you is to show you what gave our soldiers their strength. Letters were the only mode of communication for the three years that Dad served in the war.

No phone; no Internet. Just letters written in pencil on tablet paper.

When we discuss the importance of writing; ultimately, the discussion will turn to those who don’t feel that writing skills are important.

But, I can tell you that writing letters that clearly communicated feelings exchanged between husband and wife; mothers to her sons and daughters; and boyfriends to their girlfriends gave those serving in the war the will to accomplish their mission.

And THAT is powerful!

I hope that Dad’s letter to Mom has given you all warm hearts and good thoughts on this Veteran’s Day.

I miss you, Dad and I am so very proud of you and thankful to those who have served our great country.

 

Art

Recruitment and Retention-Somali Style

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Lou had just concluded a meeting with his fire board, where the hot topic was declining membership in their 110 year-old fire department. He was at his wit’s ends trying to keep enough firefighters manning day calls without resorting to automatic mutual aid.

Talks with the fire commission had turned from possibly consolidating with a neighboring department to disbanding all together. Lou wanted to take one more shot at finding a proven recruitment and retention program. Tomorrow, he would contact his good friend, Tiger and pick his brain on the issues.

But for now, he was going to relax in his office and try to get some reports done. Rook stuck his head in the doorway…

‘Have you seen the folding card table’, asked Rook?

‘Check the supply room’, said Lou.

Rook went down the hallway and opened the door to the supply room. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at three guys sitting in a half-inflated rubber, rescue raft. They were talking back and forth to each other in a gibberish that Rook had never heard before.

They never looked up, so Rook quietly closed the door. He stood there at the door for a few seconds, thought about opening the door again, but talked himself out of it. He walked back down the hallway to Lou’s office.

‘Lou; do you know there’s three guys in the storage room sitting in our old rubber, rescue raft?’ asked Rook.

‘Yeah; you didn’t piss ‘em off, did you?’ asked Lou.

‘No; they didn’t even see me. Who are they?’ asked Rook.

‘Somali pirates’, said Lou.

‘Long ways from home aren’t they; what are they doing here?’ asked Rook.

‘According to their leader, they snuck onto a cruise ship while it was docked, tried to hijack it, got tossed overboard by vacationing construction workers and hitch-hiked their way to here! I figured since we were short-handed, we could use the help’, said Lou.

‘Three Somali pirates tried to hijack a cruise ship?’ asked Rook, while shaking his head and almost laughing.

‘Yeah; Dalmar said that Somali pirates are very tough and very proud. Didn’t say they were smart, though’, chuckled Lou.

‘Come on, Rook. Let’s go talk to ‘em,’ said Lou.

So, they went down the hallway to the supply room. Lou grabbed the door knob, turned to Rook and asked, ‘You ready for this, Rook?’

Then, Lou opened the door.

‘Guys; for the last time, you can’t spend all your time sitting in this old rubber raft,’ said Lou.

‘Dis a pirate speed boat; no rubber raft, as you say. Dis a Somali speed boat and we are pirates. RRRRR!’ said Dalmar, the only one of them who speaks English.

‘Well, Einstein; you aren’t getting’ anywhere fast, now, are ya?’ asked Lou.

‘Me no Einstein. Me Somali pirate. RRRRR! You will see; de tide will come up and you will see nations who will fear us. Day will pay us big money to leave dem alone,’ said Dalmar.

‘How much have you made so far, Rockefella?’ asked Lou.

‘Twenty dollars American and a cell phone dat I upgrade to a pearl; a black pearl. RRRRR! Dat Johnny Depp some actor!’ exclaimed Dalmar.

‘Ok; your taste in actors is lousy. How’s your taste in food, ‘cause it’s your turn to cook,’ said Lou.

‘Somali pirates are excellent cooks. RRRRR! We must do cooking when we working. Somali weemen are stay-at-hut moms,’ says a proud Dalmar.

‘We start with anjera with dipping sauce; then, ambola. For the main course, we fix lamb on a bed of iskudahkaris. Cake for dessert,’ said a smiling Dalmar.

Lou gives them a ‘thumbs up’. The Somalis became furious.

‘How dare you insult us, you, you goat-looking man,’ said Dalmar.

‘Did you just call me a ‘goat-licker’? Wait; how did I insult you? All I did was give you a ‘thumbs up’, even though the only thing I recognized on the menu was CAKE,’ said Lou.

‘See; dare you go again. Raising thumb is insult in my country. Somali pirates KEEL doze foolish enough to do it. RRRRR! Dalmar, Korfa and Nadif have feelings. We good people who happen to be Somali pirates. RRRRR!’ said Dalmar.

‘You want ‘insult’? Pay attention. Watch closely as I extend my middle finger straight up from my fist. How’s that ’? asked Lou.

‘Dat means dat you are Somali pirate. RRRRR! Dat how we salute. I must say dat your city have many Somali pirates. RRRRR! said Dalmar.

‘Anyways, park your boat. We’ll take the rig to get the stuff for dinner,’ said Lou.

‘Yes, yes, Lieutenant Lou. Assalam aliakum,’ said Dalmar, while flipping Lou the middle finger.

‘And remember; you’re friggin’ firefighters; not Somali pirates. RRRRR! Jeez; now you got me doin’ it,’ said Lou.

While enroot to the grocery store, they got dispatched to a jumper, who was on the seventh floor ledge of an apartment building.

As soon as the ladder truck stopped, Dalmar, Korfa and Nadif zipped into the building and up the stairs.

Before the outriggers on the ladder truck were set, a rope came down from the roof with Dalmar rappelling down to the seventh floor ledge.

The jumper looked at him; astonished. ‘Who are you?’ he asked.

‘Dalmar. Day are Korfa and Nadif’, said Dalmar pointing up to the roof. Korfa and Nadif wave at them.

‘We are Somali pi…refighters. grrrr!’ said Dalmar.

‘Don’t try to stop me from jumping.’

‘Why you wanna jump?’ asked Dalmar.

‘Because, I lost my job, lost all my money, lost my apartment, my girlfriend; everything!’ said the jumper.

‘Let us go find deze tings dat you lost. Korfa and Nadif will help,’ said Dalmar.

‘No; you don’t understand, man. It’s all gone. Now, I have nothing,’ said the jumper.

‘Let me tell you bout nuhting. In Somalia, you live in mud hut or in street. When we slaughter goat, it is for food, clothing and football. We use head for football. Our weemen are taken by outlaws. Our men die very young in war. Many orphans,’ said Dalmar.

‘Jeez; I guess I don’t have it so bad after all. Wanna go for a beer or somethin’?’  asked the jumper.

‘You have no money…so I buy beer,’ said Dalmar.

‘Well, then, you can have my Pirates hat,’ said the jumper.

‘Dis no pirate hat,’ said Dalmar.

‘Sure it is. The big ‘P’ on the front stands for ‘Pirates’; the ‘Pittsburgh Pirates’. Let’s go for that beer. I’ll explain it better,’ said the jumper.

As they go through the window and back into the apartment, Dalmar looks down. Everyone on the ground is clapping and giving him the ‘thumbs up’. Dalmar shook his fist at them.

They got back to the station and Lou proclaimed, ‘Get on dinner. I’m so hungry, I could eat a goat,’ as he winked to Rook.

‘Goat tomorrow night and after, maybe we play some football,’ said Dalmar.

The next day, Rook went down the hallway to get Dalmar, Korfa and Nadif for truck detail. He opened the door and they’re gone…and so is the rubber, rescue raft. A note said, ‘Dalmar, Korfa, Nadif and Tim gone to Pitsbug’.

Rook went to Lou’s office and said, ‘They’re gone and the boat isn’t there either.’

Lou had his back to the door and was writing something on the white board. Rook went over and tapped Lou on the shoulder.

‘Did you hear me? The boat; it’s not there,’ said Rook.

Lou? Lou!

“Huh? Yeah; the boat’s gone”, said Lou.

“Boat? I was asking about the card table. What boat?” asked Rook.

“The pirate boat; the Somali pirates…” Lou darted past Rook and ran down the hallway to the supply room.

Lou opened the door and looked around the room. Everything as it should be, including the red, rubberized SALVAGE COVERS? The covers were no longer used for salvage but for auto extrication training.

Rook came up and asked, “You OK, Lou? You said something about goats and pirates before I woke you up. Were you having a little dream or something?”

“Yeah; something like that. There’s the card table over there. What do you want it for anyway?” asked Lou.

“Ah, the guys want to play Firefighter Monopoly® tonight”, said Rook.

ARRRRRT!

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Your Cheatin’ Heart…Second Verse

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Previously, I had said that I was troubled with the cheating that goes on in the fire service. See: http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/your-cheatin-heart

I have included some links to stories that pertain to our fire/EMS community.

http://www.chipleypaper.com/articles/wausau-3889-reimburse-fire.html

http://www.journal-news.net/page/content.detail/id/525906.html

http://www.plamerican.com/news/city-politics/fire-chief-charged-stolen-funds-case-803

http://www.courierpress.com/news/2007/oct/10/german-township-fire-department-missing-funds/

http://www.nola.com/news/index.ssf/2009/08/state_audit_woes_still_plague_1.html

http://www.wave3.com/Global/story.asp?S=9075608

http://www.winonadailynews.com/news/local/article_8116692a-b2f1-11de-b77b-001cc4c002e0.html

http://www.azcentral.com/community/pinal/articles/0331cr-MaricopaFire0317.html

http://mobile.shakopeenews.com/news/police_and_courts/area_fire_chief_admits_theft_resigns-1241

http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/news/11251081/detail.html

Some may ask, “Why would you write a piece that would draw attention to the negative light cast by these examples?”

It’s simple; I’m not!

The negative light was first cast on the days that these articles first appeared, but what caught my attention was to how easy it was to do a search on the Internet and within two pages of a gazillion, I found the above links. Oh; there were more-too numerous to count.

Anyone else see a problem with that?

This isn’t a contrivance. This isn’t an attempt to create or to drive an issue. These are not “isolated” incidents. Take a look at the links. The problem is everywhere.

And your department may be next! You don’t think so? Then ask yourselves or better still, answer the following questions:

Are your fire commissioners cheating you out of your 2% money?

Is your fire chief cheating with the department’s gas station account by filling up his family’s vehicles?

Is a firefighter cheating the pop and candy fund?

Are your money-takers at your fund-raisers taking a dollar for every ten that goes into the cash box?

Is someone using department assets for a job at their house?

Is someone getting credit for a call that they didn’t even go on?

Did someone get credit for training, even though they just stood in the back and watched?

Does someone keep finding excuses for not getting their annual physical for SCBAs done?

Is someone else covering for some else?

Is there more than one?

Can your candidate for membership verify every piece of their application?

Did someone get hurt at home, but claimed a work comp injury against the department?

Are your station supplies being purchased in bulk and are going out the back door the same way?Are taxpayers picking up the tab when they shouldn’t be?

And on and on…

We have had our discussions about whether or not firefighters should be held to a higher standard and the only way that I can answer it is “YES”.

Why?

Because, if you look around us, the standard isn’t that high to begin with!

How can we siphon off the cream from this sour, societal cow’s milk; only to have them show up on the 5 o’clock news handcuffed to the mayor?

We have become a nation of not asking what we can do, but instead, we are scheming to get our share.

Our politics have become a game of lie, cheat and steal; lie about your opponent, cheat on your taxes and steal the election! Is it any wonder that we have disenfranchised moderates, independents and future generations?

Where are the honest, hard-working individuals that we look to for community service?

Will they pass the test? Is it a fair and honest test?

Are we afraid to ask the tough questions because we’re afraid of the answers? There are departments out there right now who won’t ask the questions that will get them the best of the best, because quite frankly; they’re just looking for a “warm body”.

The best of the best are out there, but it takes work to get them.

They HAVE to be of good heart, so when our communities look us squarely in the eyes, they will know that we are the ones that they can trust, even in this wacky, crazy corrupt world.

So, will we be held to a higher standard?

Who has the answers?

No cheating!

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Your Cheatin’ Heart…

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When did we become a society where cheating has become so acceptable and almost fashionable?

Everywhere we turn; we are hearing or reading about another incident of cheating. Pages and pages of examples of yet someone caught or accused of cheating.

Another headline; another cheater exposed.

Students caught cheating on their SATs. (They are “pressured” by parents to get into the best colleges)

Teachers caught cheating on their standardized testing of students. (http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/10/28/national/main580355.shtml The teachers “care too much, sometimes)

College professor caught cheating on their resume. (http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2002/10/20/BA186979.DTL Professor provided “inaccurate information”)

Wife caught cheating on husband. Husband caught cheating on wife. Each blames the other.

Politicians accused of stealing elections. ACORN accused of faking voter registrations. Sports teams accused of stealing opponents’ playbook. Coach accused of allowing the use of steroids among players. Players accused of using corked bats. Pitchers accused of using Vaseline on baseballs. Another college coach accused of cheating with recruit program. Alumni accused of funneling money to college players. EMTs accused of getting copy of state test to “study”. Firefighters accused of defrauding disability benefits. Mayor accused diverting tax money to campaign fund. City treasurer accused of taking over $100,000 dollars in tax money.

And on and on. Examples of cheating with no end in sight. Call it what you want-fraud, misappropriations, caring too much, inaccurate information, juicing, doping, adultery, bad decision, embellishing, plagiarism,  winning at all costs, spying, bribery, intimidation, looking the other way-but, it’s still cheating and most of it goes on without an appropriate, severe response to it.

I can remember when being called a “cheater” was grounds for a fistfight. It was a term that was so reviled that you didn’t say it, unless you could back it up with fists. But anymore, it would seem that you aren’t a cheater, unless you are caught! Where our conscience used to be the driving force behind our moral decisions, in today’s world, it is evident that you aren’t gaining if you aren’t cheating somehow to secure the desired end result. And when other people can see the benefits, they will risk the downside against getting caught.

But, where did it all start? When did we see the “warning signs” that would get us to where we are today?

Could it be traced back to Biblical times? Perhaps, we can go back to David and Goliath. Goliath came to the fight, believing that his size was going to beat his opponent. David showed up with a sling and some rocks. You know the saying: never bring a sword to a rock fight! David slue Goliath that day because he cheated? Or did he “out-smart” his opponent? Well; the Philistines would say that David cheated, but the Israelites would disagree. That would lend itself to my previous assertion that we “package” the cheating with candy for the brain; that is, we use less offensive terms to rationalize the act.

Could it have come from the days of the Old West when a gunslinger would carry two guns instead of one? Let’s face it; the days of the honorable “duel” between two combatants had been gone for some time (see Burr vs. Hamilton). It seems silly to me that two guys would face each other with the end result of one fatally shooting the other without one of them serpentining or dropping to the ground to take his shot at the other, but I digress.

I realize that the last two examples may be stretching it, but, to be honest, I am at a loss for where our society took that moral turn towards such dishonesty. You could cite several political figures during the past century alone where corruption/dishonesty/cheating were discovered after the fact.

And in today’s world, you can see more current examples each and every time you pick up a newspaper or turn on the television news.

Obviously, I am interested in how we behave as a national fire service and it bothers me to see cheating among our minions. A few years ago, Illinois was without a state EMT test, because some firefighters were caught cheating. It took just over two years to restore the test and its integrity.

More recently, a firefighter was caught on video at a bodybuilding competition, even though he was on disability from his fire department. (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,386570,00.html) What does that say about him, his department and our national fire service if a swift response is not delivered? I understand that we live in a society where we are innocent until proven guilty, so an alleged case of fraud is pending. But, you have to admit (1) The firefighter was granted disability, (2) He was video-taped competing at a bodybuilding competition, (3) He didn’t get into that condition from being “disabled” and (4) You can’t blame his parents, fire department or doctor for such a brazen display of cheating.

We also have reports of cheating on firefighter exams. Although it is one of the keys to the door to the greatest job in the world, I don’t think that one should come by those “keys” by stacking the deck and slipping cards up their sleeves for the advantage. See related link: http://www.firefighternation.com/forum/topics/cheating-discovered-in

There is no gene that exists in us that causes us to cheat. Cheating has to be taught and it has to be learned and that is where the effort to stomp it out has to start. The response to it has to be so strong as to discourage it from happening again. It has to be so powerful of a message that it tells others that are tempted to do so not to even THINK about it.

As long as we are willing to put a cute little tag on it and make it more palatable to swallow, it will continue to grow into a much bigger monster than it is today.

As long as we accept cheating in the most innocuous forms such as cheating the speed limit, cheating the stoplight, cheating on our training, cheating our bodies of physical conditioning and good diet, cheating our SOGs and cheating our taxpayers, we will continue to see a rising problem with few remedies.

Winners never cheat and cheaters never win?

I’m not convinced at this point.

Are you?

TCSS.

Art

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Every Class Has Its Clown

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Well, it’s finally here for many of us.

I have been a part of conversations and shared a vision that has reached fruition as a new blogging platform. www.chiefreasonart.com has undergone a major renovation and been married to a new platform.

http://fireemsblogs.com  released yesterday and I am privileged and honored to be in such exquisite blogging célèbre.

As many of you know, I got my start on the battlefields of Firehouse.com discussion boards.

When it became clear that intelligent discussion was losing ground to personal attacks and baiting, I decided to move on to the International Association of Crusty Old Jakes (www.iacoj.com), where respectful discussion was its first rule.

Then, FirefighterNation was born. I was invited by its founder to join him as a blogger and it has evolved into what we have today; an integrated, superstore of fire and EMS bloggers. And though I hesitate to utter my name in the same breath as some of the others, I can tell you that it reads like the Who’s Who of fire/EMS blogisphere. I have been a fan of many of them for sometime.

What you will see is my usual stuff. Sometimes, it will be topical; tackling a controversial issue of the day or I will reminisce about the “old days”; you know, waxing nostalgic. Whatever it is, I hope that it is entertaining and educational. Ultimately, my goal is to spawn discussion, because without discussion, I am nothing more than a message board.

I will not hold anything back. The beauty of blogging is that I feel that it is the purest form of freedom of expression that exists. Firefighters have always been regarded as a lot that wears their feelings on their sleeves, are not always politically correct and in some cases, don’t wish to be and are brutally honest. Their bravery demonstrated at a fully involved taxpayer is no less demonstrated by their opinions on a wealth of subjects and issues. And they line up of both sides of the argument but always emerge on the same side of brotherhood.

I can’t thank Dave Iannone and Chris Hebert enough for the new look and the opportunity to share my thoughts, however demented or diminished.

I look forward to adding fresh content and though I will not be running news items, photos and videos, I will provide links when appropriate and will comment on some of the other bloggers’ sites and might even blog on one of their news items, if I feel so moved.

In any event, it’s new. It may need tweaking, but one thing is clear; a new milestone in blogging in the fire/EMS field has been reached. The Mad Scientist and his trusty assistant may have just created another “monster” indeed…and that’s meant in a good way!

So, raise your glass to the clown in the class!

TCSS.

Art

The Art of Blogging

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Blogging rules of etiquette have been around since the word blog was first coined.

 

It is safe to say that much that is written and discussed in the blogosphere is driven by the relative anonymity of the blogger and those wishing to point out their perspectives.

 

Because I have a deep respect for the power of “words”, I try to fashion a blog by adhering to these basic, blogging principles:

 

1)       I will resist making personal attacks. In my early days of blogging, I was a real schmoe when it came to trading insults. Not anymore! “Treat others as you would want to be treated” works for me. Argue with what is said in the post and not with who said it. The blog will likely stay on topic, which brings me to my next point.

2)       To keep the blog on topic, let the discussion take a natural course and though it might take the scenic route, it should remain close to the original topic. If you have something completely off topic to say, start another thread or send it in an email to that person. You want the blog to be entertaining and informative; not confusing.

3)       If I am stating an opinion, I will say that I am stating an opinion. If I am stating a fact, I will say I am stating a fact and will have supporting documentation or references to support the fact. I never confuse opinion with fact.

4)       I will make every effort to use correct spelling, grammar, punctuation and upper/lower case. I will not shout at the reader by using all caps, but will instead keep to short, concise impact statements to advance my point of view. It isn’t a blog if you have a continuous, run-on conglomerate of words with no upper case, punctuation or conjunctions to connect or separate your thoughts.

5)       As cute as they are, I will not feed the trolls. When you feed them, they just want more. If you ignore them, they will go play with their own poop. Engaging them is the surest way to have your discussion locked down by a website administrator. Don’t give them or the troll the satisfaction.

6)       I have tried to create an identity that is true to my real name and my pseudonym. I will not separate the two and if you haven’t noticed, there is an abundance of fakers and pretenders blogging under the anonymity of their username, hacking away with the confidence that they will not be discovered. They steal intellectual properties from others and will not give their sources credit when it is appropriate to do so.

7)       If I screw up, I will admit it and fix it. If I find questionable material, I will ask the poster for more detail and if they can’t provide it, then I might report it to the web administrator. The veracity of the information is very important in the fire service. It must be reliable and come with a certifiable seal of approval.

8)        When citing statistical data, I will always cite my references. Because of the many entities that track the same information to different conclusions, it is important for the sake of debate to cite which agency’s stats are being used.

9)       I try to post cyber links that work and I will make every effort to cut down the size of any picture that I use in my blogs for speed’s sake. If I am told that a link didn’t work, I will attempt to fix it as soon as I can. As far as pictures go? If you’re like me, you will trash bin it if it hasn’t been sent email or blog size.

10)   And finally; what’s said on the blog, stays on the blog. If someone calls me “ball-less” for preaching safety, I don’t tell the wife or kick the dog. My family knows very little about my cyber escapades, which is fine with me. You have to remember to keep everything in perspective. It isn’t real until you meet that person.

 

So, I hope this helps in some way. As more and more people take to Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, LinkedIn, etc., there will be new users who are unfamiliar with the world order. It might require us to “teach” them…

 

In a respectful way.

 

TcSs.

Art

 

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LODD? Not So Fast!

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I have found it increasingly confusing when looking for the hard/fast LODD number. I don’t have this macabre fascination with firefighter deaths, but I look at the reports to find trends that indicate that we are moving in the right direction in reducing the number of LODDs.

 

If you look at Firefighter Fatalities in the United States-2008 that was released in July of this year by the NFPA, there were 103 LODDs in 2008. Their definition of on-duty deaths is as follows:

 

Each year, NFPA collects data on all firefighter fatalities in the U.S. that resulted from injuries or

illnesses that occurred while the victims were on-duty. The term on-duty refers to being at the scene of

an alarm, whether a fire or non-fire incident; while responding to or returning from an alarm; while

participating in other fire department duties such as training, maintenance, public education, inspection,

investigation, court testimony or fund raising; and being on call or stand-by for assignment at a location

Firefighter Fatalities in the U.S., 7/09 2 NFPA Fire Analysis and Research, Quincy, MA.

other than at the firefighter’s home or place of business.

On-duty fatalities include any injury sustained in the line of duty that proves fatal, any illness

that was incurred as a result of actions while on duty that proves fatal, and fatal mishaps involving nonemergency

occupational hazards that occur while on duty. The types of injuries included in the first

category are mainly those that occur at a fire or other emergency incident scene, in training, or in crashes

while responding to or returning from alarms. Illnesses (including heart attacks) are included when the

exposure or onset of symptoms occurred during a specific incident or on-duty activity.

The victims include members of local career and volunteer fire departments; seasonal, full-time

and contract employees of state and federal agencies who have fire suppression responsibilities as part

of their job description; prison inmates serving on firefighting crews; military personnel performing

assigned fire suppression activities; civilian firefighters working at military installations; and members

of industrial fire brigades.

Fatal injuries and illnesses are included even in cases where death is considerably delayed.

 

If you look at Firefighter Fatalities in the United States in 2008 that was released in September of this year by the USFA, there were 107 LODDs in 2008. However; an additional 11 fatalities qualified under the Hometown Heroes Survivor’s Benefit Act, bringing the 2008 total to 118. Their definition of on-duty deaths is as follows:

 

On-duty fatalities include any injury or illness sustained while on duty that proves fatal. The term “on-duty” refers to being involved in operations at the scene of an emergency, whether it is a fire or non-fire incident; responding to or returning from an incident; performing other officially assigned duties such as training, maintenance, public education, inspection, investigations, court testimony, and fundraising; and being on-call, under orders, or on standby duty except at the individual’s home or place of business. An individual who experiences a heart attack or other fatal injury at home while he or she prepares to respond to an emergency is considered on-duty when the response begins. A firefighter that becomes ill while performing fire department duties and suffers a heart attack shortly after arriving home or at another location may be considered on-duty since the inception of the heart attack occurred while the firefighter was on duty.

On December 15, 2003, the President of the United States signed into law the Hometown Heroes Survivors Benefit Act of 2003. After being signed by the President, the Act became Public Law 108-182. The law presumes that a heart attack or stroke are in the line of duty if the firefighter was engaged in non-routine stressful or strenuous physical activity while on duty and the firefighter becomes ill while on duty or within 24 hours after engaging in such activity.

The inclusion criteria for this study have been impacted by this change in the law. Previous to December 15, 2003, firefighters who became ill as the result of a heart attack or stroke after going off duty needed to register some complaint of not feeling well while still on duty in order to be included in this study. For firefighter fatalities after December 15, 2003, firefighters will be included in this study if they become ill as the result of a heart attack or stroke within 24 hours of a training activity or emergency response. Firefighters who become ill after going off duty where the activities while on duty were limited to tasks that did not involve physical or mental stress will not be included in this study.

A fatality may be caused directly by an accidental or intentional injury in either emergency or nonemergency circumstances, or it may be attributed to an occupationally related fatal illness. A common example of a fatal illness incurred on duty is a heart attack. Fatalities attributed to occupational illnesses would also include a communicable disease contracted while on duty that proved fatal when the disease could be attributed to a documented occupational exposure.

Firefighter fatalities are included in this report even when death is considerably delayed after the original incident. When the incident and the death occur in different years, the analysis counts the fatality as having occurred in the year in which the incident took place. One firefighter died in 2008 from injuries sustained in a 1999 incident, bringing that year’s total to 114. Information about this death in Massachusetts is included in Appendix A of this report.

There is no established mechanism for identifying fatalities that result from illnesses such as cancer that develop over long periods of time and which may be related to occupational exposure to hazardous materials or toxic products of combustion. It has proved to be very difficult over the years to provide a complete evaluation of an occupational illness as a causal factor in firefighter deaths due to the following limitations: the exposure of firefighters to toxic hazards is not sufficiently tracked; the often delayed long-term effects of such toxic hazard exposures; and the exposures firefighters may receive while off duty.

 

So, as you can see, since December of 2003, the number of fatalities and what constitutes an LODD has changed. What does it mean? It means that, if you quote NFPA, there were 103 LODDs in 2008. If you quote USFA, there were 107 LODDs in 2008 and if you include criteria for HHSBA, there were 118 LODDs in 2008.

 

For me, the failure to draw statistical data from ONE source and especially where just one fatality can skew the results is disconcerting. And when discussing LODD, if you are looking at whether programs are helping to bring the number down, you might cite the lower number, but where you are arguing that more needs to be done, you may cite the higher number. If everyone is quoting the same source of information, then there can be no confusion.

 

In closing, I would like to invite everyone to re-visit Bill Carey’s article that was written earlier this year: http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/2009-lodd-6month-summary-1

 

And I would like to point to a couple of interesting stats in the NFPA report for 2008 fatalities:

 

First, heart attacks in 2008 accounted for 41% of all career FF LODDs. Heart attacks in 2008 accounted for 52% of all volunteer FF LODDs.

 

Age groups – Career (21-25) 1 LODD; (61-65) 1 LODD; (66-70) 0 LODD; (over 70) 0 LODD.

Volunteer (21-25) 8 LODD; (61-65) 6 LODD; (66-70) 4 LODD; (over 70) 8 LODD.

 

Years of service – Career (5 or less) 4 LODD; (over 30) 2 LODD.

Volunteer (5 or less) 19 LODD; (over 30) 13 LODD.

 

If you read the reports, you may find information that will change the way that you recruit, retain and train your firefighters. We might very well find ourselves facing tough questions and tough decisions down the road if we want to continue our services.

 

If we truly believe that we learn from our mistakes, then the empirical data that we review and choose to ignore isn’t a “mistake”; it’s a crime.

 

We need to get it right.

 

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Setback Positives

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In our lives, we all experience setbacks; whether it be to goal attainment, our health, our finances or at our work places.

 

If we allow the negative energy from these setbacks to overwhelm us, they might very well result in failures to varying degrees.

 

However; though they might not be “blessings in disguise”, we can certainly analyze our experience, identify the negatives and turn them into positives. It will make us better, stronger and less likely to experience the same negative fallout.

 

Some of us have worked hard in our lives only to find ourselves at the bottom of the pile, when the plan was designed to get us to the top. Had we succumbed to the negative impacts, we would have stayed there; never realizing that we could fix what was wrong and continue our journey to the top. In effect; we simply gave up.

 

Maybe, we ran out of patience. Maybe, we ran out of money. Maybe, we ran out of people willing to support us. For whatever the reason, we allowed a bump in the road to end our journey well ahead of our final destination.

 

I can think back to MANY circumstances where I could have chosen to stay at the bottom; comfortable in knowing that I could produce a wealth of excuses to remain there. It was easier to feel sorry for myself than to fix a problem that would send me towards the top once again.

 

Earlier this week, I was met with another setback; one of a medical nature.

 

Some of you know that I have had my knees surgically replaced with joint prosthetics. They have worked flawlessly since my rehab. Though I have to be constantly mindful of little things that could cause me major problems, such as wet floors and extension cords, I have managed to enjoy a rebirth of activities that would not have been possible without the surgeries.

 

I fell while going down stairs and hypo-extended my left knee. I had to lie on the ground for about 20 minutes before I could even think about getting up. It was very embarrassing having several people standing around me not knowing what to do.

 

I toyed with the idea of going to the Emergency Room, but they would have given me something for pain and told me to see my orthopedic surgeon, so didn’t go.

 

Now; the orthopedic surgeon who replaced my knees has since retired, so I was meeting the guy that took his place for the first time. We connected as soon as he told me that I was an orthopedic “celebrity” at his office. In fact; he had been on the research team that developed the poly-ethylene parts that were in my knees! Small world, huh?

 

After several X-rays, I was returned to the exam room and he came in. Here is where it gets weird, but stay with me.

 

When you have a normal knee joint, unfettered with man-made parts; if you injure your knee and it makes a “clicking” sound, THAT is bad!

 

On the other hand, if you have a man-made knee joint and it “clicks”, THAT is good! Are you following me, camera guy?

 

So; if you have a man-made joint and it DOESN’T “click”, that, too is bad. My left knee didn’t “click”. Bad, bad, bad…

 

He diagnosed it as a very serious sprain of the medial collateral ligament. In order for it to heal, he would have to put me into a fixed brace and be completely non-weight bearing for the next six weeks.

 

What’s that mean, Doc? I can’t be on the leg at all?

 

That’s correct, Art. You will be on crutches for six weeks, because if the ligament isn’t healed after that time, I may have to go in and replace the joint with one that is hinged and will replace the stability of the MCL. It’s crucial that you stay off of that leg to give the ligament a chance to heal. And use lots of ice, said the good doctor.

 

After THAT sunk in and I had had a moment to myself, I realized that this was serious and I couldn’t mess around with a doctor’s advice like I had in the past. I mean; I was already trying to figure out a way that I could ride my motorcycle and play golf this fall. THIS is my favorite time of the year for both! Not to mention, no fall yard-work, cleaning the eaves, clearing off the garden or even taking Chopper for a walk. Do you know how worthless you feel when you can’t even let the dog out to do his business? Ah, but I will figure out a way and without violating my doctor’s orders.

 

Yeah; for a moment at the doctor’s office, I got to feeling sorry for myself, because I honestly felt that after my THIRTEENTH knee surgery, I was done with knee problems. And I kept dwelling on “what ifs”, instead of thinking about strengthening my knee and the rest of my body for that matter. I had a good cry and then my determination that has gotten me from the bottom of the pile time and time again came back.

 

So; I will use this latest episode in my life to strengthen my character and to strengthen my resolve. I will help others faced with similar circumstances. We are never alone and even when we give up on ourselves, there are those who know us who won’t give up. “Those’ are the ones we owe it to. They are giving us something at a time when we aren’t so sure that WE have anything to give.

 

I’m positive that this will all work out in the end.

 

TCSS.

 

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EOL Conference-Who’s Going?

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There is still time to get in on this one.

 

Don’t pull the plug on this unique opportunity to improve your communication skills.

 

You will learn to:

  1. Deliver bad news with a smile on your face.
  2. Withhold good news without feeling the guilt.
  3. Speak very softly to relatives with limited lip movement.
  4. Nod, wink and give two thumbs up to your loved one with enthusiasm.
  5. Inject “where’s all of your money and important papers” into any conversation by using the powers of subliminal suggestion.
  6. Disguise the end-of-life conference as a birthday planning session.
  7. Pull the plug on Grandma and blame the Bush Administration.

 

Author’s Note: At this time, U.S. Senators have stated that the Senate version will not contain “end-of-life care” language. It is the author’s opinion that it is because this language is already contained in the Medicare/Medicaid provisions, where it will remain.

 

Read the provisions here: End-of-life provision.pdf .

 

So, the big question is: why were so many Democrats DENYING that the bill contained End of Life language?

 

And if the bill didn’t contain the language, then why is the Senate saying that the final bill will not contain it?

 

AND President Obama said repeatedly in town hall meetings that a reform bill would not “pull the plug on Grandma”, but it is clear that, if Grandma has a power of attorney, it will NOT be her decision.

 

The truth is that if you are a minor child (under age 18) or are an adult who has a power of attorney, medical decisions of any kind will not be yours’ to make and remember that medical decisions may become financial decisions. I guess that the best thing to do as we get older and are still “of sound mind” is to have a living will and if need be, a “do not resuscitate” (DNR) order.

 

I experienced my first “End of Life” conference when I was seventeen. A very serious bacterial infection had invaded my knee surgery and had taken control of my central nervous system. Treatment had been delayed by 6 weeks by a surgeon who refused to believe that there was something wrong with me, even though I pleaded with him to take off the cast and see for himself. He refused, so by the time he took the cast off, my incision had exploded open from the infection and I was set for more knee surgery.

 

After knee surgery, I had tubes going into my leg that was hooked up to a pump that was pumping antibiotics into my incision and sucking it out the other side. Two days later, I was in my hospital room watching daytime soaps and I started fixating on the corner of the ceiling above my bed. A nurse came by and asked me what I was doing and I said I was looking at the ceiling. She told me to stop it, but I told her that I couldn’t. So, she came into the room and took my head and placed it down, but I went right back to looking at the ceiling. She did it again with the same results. She ran from the room to get her supervisor. It was around one o’clock in the afternoon because “Days of Our Lives” was on TV.

 

From there, things got crazy. All kinds of doctors and nurses were running in and out of my room. They took blood, saliva, cultures; I had X-rays taken, a radioactive brain scan, an electro-encephalogram and finally, a spinal tap. They couldn’t identify the bacteria and my convulsions were growing more violent. They talked about amputating the right leg, but I wouldn’t allow it.

 

Finally, I heard the doctors tell my parents to call the rest of my family in. They had done all that they could. I was yelling at doctors to fix me. I was yelling at my parents not to let me die. Discussions continued on my care. My sisters were showing up and they all thought it was the end. Apparently, they didn’t think that I could comprehend what was going on, but I could hear and understand every word. The doctors told my parents that a doctor in Moline, IL might be able to identify and treat the infection, but I would have to survive the night first. I never closed my eyes, was transferred to another hospital the next day, where Dr. Goldstein saved my life, because he would not give up until he identified the bacterial infection and made me well again.

 

And if I hadn’t been coherent enough and strong enough, I don’t know if I would be here today. There were a lot of unusual events that took place during that time that I was having convulsions. Much of it was surreal, but I know a lot of it was real and I know something outside of my body and soul helped me to fight and to survive.

 

THAT episode in my life, ladies and gentlemen, changed my course forever.

 

So, the moral of this blog is: don’t take lightly the decisions that you must make for your family members, loved ones and friends with regards to their care. By all accounts, I should have died in 1970, but survived. Things happen that can’t be explained by Web MD or the clergy. The human spirit and the will to live are different in all of us. If I get to a point in my life that I can no longer make decisions for myself, then I will trust that to the person that I have shared my life with and be confident that she will make the right ones. And the government can leave us alone to do that.

 

TCSS.

Art

 

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What’s Your EAP…For a TREE FROG?

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At 0830 hours this morning, we had an emergency at my house.

 

I had just exited the shower and was drying off when I heard Mrs. Reason say, “Art; get in here!”

 

“Here” was in the bedroom.

 

Instinctively, my shoulders slouched inward and my chin fell to my chest, because, well; I am usually beckoned because I’ve done something wrong. Besides; as a seasoned veteran, you “just know”!

 

“What is it?” I said in mock surprise.

 

“There is a TOAD climbing up the wall in here”, she said with utter disbelief.

 

Now; I think that we can all agree here that a toad could NOT climb a wall without proper rope, carabiners and anchors!

 

Unable to get dressed, I fashioned my towel into a kilt.

 

I got to the bedroom, mostly out of curiosity and saw a TREE FROG climbing across the top of the “D” side wall, according to my 360 degree size up.

 

To establish my command, I said very forcefully, “That is a tree frog and not a toad. Toads cannot climb anything higher than their body’s length.

 

“How do you know it’s a tree frog?” she asked.

 

“Because their skin is camouflaged to resemble tree bark. It’s part of their defense mechanism”, I said.

 

Since I had no gloves, I told Mrs. Reason to go and get me two sandwich bags (adapt and overcome).

 

She started to question me, but I cut her off, told her that I was in charge and to ‘just do it’.

 

While she was gone, I took off my towel (kilt) and attempted to knock it off the ceiling. The frog fell behind her shoe rack and then scurried under her dresser. Plan B was now in effect.

 

“Bring a flashlight too”, I yelled.

 

She came back with my sandwich bags, flashlight, a bucket and a broom. I’ll explain later.

 

To move the dresser safely, we first removed its six drawers.

 

There the little fella was; all hunkered down near the mopboard.

 

Because I didn’t know the species of this particular tree frog and having no desire to hallucinate from touching it, I placed a sandwich bag over each hand and slowly and methodically and with the precision of a neurosurgeon, captured him in my right hand, cupping it with my left hand.

 

With the threat now mitigated, I showed Mrs. Reason the frog’s skin that indeed resembled tree bark and also showed her its feet that enabled it to climb.

 

With biology class concluded, I took the tree frog outside and released it. While standing there watching it, I asked, “How would a tree frog get into our bedroom?”

 

She said, “I thought that you were playing a joke on me with one of those novelty frogs that you throw against the wall and they crawl down the wall, but when I saw it climb UP the wall, I knew that it wasn’t a joke!”

 

“OK, Einstein; first of all, I was in the shower. The law of physics says that I couldn’t possibly throw a frog from the bathroom, down the hallway, through a door that was almost shut and onto the top of your bedroom wall!” I explained.

 

“Well, then how did it get into the bedroom?” she asked.

 

I said, “I think it was a ‘frog on a dog’ caper. He hitched a ride on Chopper and into the house”.

 

She said, “I think that it came through the open garage door”.

 

“Even if it got into the garage, how did it get through TWO walk-in doors? Don’t you think that we would have seen a tree frog sauntering through the house?” I pressed.

 

“Well, we wouldn’t have seen it if he’d stayed up high”, she exclaimed.

 

“Oh; sort of like a ‘ninja’ tree frog”, I said while trying not to laugh.

 

“Yeah; something like that”, she said.

 

“Nope; I’m sticking to the ‘frog on a dog’ theory”, I proffered.

 

Now, to me, since weirdness has always been a big part of my life, you might think that a tree frog, just out of the blue, winds up in your bedroom would be weird.

 

Uh-Uh!

 

The weird part is that I can’t remember if I had pants on when I took the frog outside!

 

And what about the bucket and the broom?

 

She said that she was going to “sweep the frog into the bucket”!

 

Rookie!

 

TCSS.

Art

 

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Follow the Yellow “Safety Brick” Road!

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Editted on 5/1/09-PLEASE NOTE: I AM NOT ACCEPTING COMMENTS AT THIS TIME. PLEASE DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME. THERE ARE OTHER SITES WHERE THIS BLOG IS POSTED. THIS IS A FAMILY FRIENDLY SITE AND I INTEND TO KEEP IT THAT WAY.

THANKS FOR VISITING MY SITE.

 

Borrowing and paraphrasing a comment made by FDNY Lt. Ray McCormack, I would wonder in his safety culture if I were the Cowardly Lion for a lack of courage, the Tin Man for lack of a heart or the Scarecrow for lack of a brain. I would think maybe some of all three, but this I know:

 

Last week at FDIC, in just under 40 minutes, Safety in the fire service took a major hit.

 

From the opening salvo delivered by Chief Bobby Halton to his “body-burying buddy”, FDNY Lt. Ray McCormack; disdain, indifference and apathy for a safer fire service was never more evident.

 

And clearly, I will respectfully disagree with their messages in this year of personal responsibility for safety.

 

This I want to die with my boots on mentality in the fire service is killing us. I cannot recall one incident where SAFETY killed one of us at an incident. So, it is Safety that is our only hope for reducing injuries and deaths; both firefighter AND civilian.

 

Honestly; I am shocked by what I heard. If I understood, Halton wants us to risk everything to save a life and to preserve the symbolism of the red fire truck, as defined by writer Kurt Vonnegut.

 

Now; I realize that when I became a firefighter, I promised God that I would risk my life to save another, BUT, I NEVER agreed to GIVE UP my life to save another.

 

So that you understand that last statement, what it means is that I would not consciously put myself in a position to die, but if I crossed that threshold during an attempted rescue, then play lively music at my funeral! It also means that conditions changed while I was inside from when I went inside.

 

And I’m sorry, Bobby, but art and commerce are not on my “save” list as you would like. I’m not willing to cross the threshold for an album filled with “Kodak moments”. They can get another camera and start a new album along with that new life that we just gave them!

 

I believe that our public does not want to see us dying in property that is unoccupied, insured and can be re-built. They do not want the guilt of knowing that we died and left families of our own behind.

 

Before I turn my attention to Lt. McCormack’s comments, I will say this with regards to Chief Halton’s comments: if you want a world where firefighters give the ultimate sacrifice to preserve honor, tradition and the sacred trust, then these should be men and women-orphans who are unfeeling, uncaring and unimportant to and of themselves, with no families or friends-who will not leave someone suffering, in order to relieve the suffering of others.

 

WE-every firefighter that you have ever stood before-understand and accept our fate. Unfortunately, our parents, families, friends, wives, and especially our kids do not feel full from our deaths; only emptiness.

 

So maybe, you should take your message to THEM. Get their buy-in and then we can come back to the safety table and talk about how sissified and saftified we’re making the fire service.

 

I will put my heart, guts and balls out there with anyone else, but as a leader, MY MEN COME FIRST, but the public is first on our list. Making my men number one does not make the public number two. I understand that we have to serve them, but we are not sub-servant; no less important.

 

And as their leader, no one is more important to me than my men are. And I am unwilling to believe that their lives are worth less than the life of someone we swore to serve.

 

The irony of all of this is that we only want to roll out Safety when there is talk of budget cuts and reducing manpower. Now, that’s unsafe!

 

“Too much safety lends itself to fear”, says FDNY Lt. Ray McCormack.

 

What is “too much safety”? I have been involved with safety as a profession for twenty-plus years and I have yet to see “too much”.

 

But, can someone show me ONE example of where Safety EVER got in the way of any of you doing your jobs?

 

No? That’s because you CAN’T!

 

You see; we pick and choose where we invoke the cry for Safety. The rest is simply ignored.

 

Why do we waste that one position on safety officer? Give him a set of irons and go do something, for chrissakes.

 

Teaching people the safe way to do their jobs gives them a better understanding, helps them to avoid problems caused by a lack of understanding and builds their confidence that is the underpinnings for their courage under fire. It makes them FEARLESS; not fearful!

 

In closing, I will also respectfully disagree with the Lt.’s assessment that “the path is paved with yellow safety bricks”.

 

The path is paved with black bunting, lined with Class A’s, vibrating with drums and bagpipes, grieving with widows, moms, dads, fatherless/motherless children and cemented with the spirits of thousands of glorious and gifted lives who thought that they were bound by duty to die, either by necessity or by accident.

 

“Courage-Determination-Pride”; me and the Lt. agree on these three, but this is my take on them:

 

Have courage to stand up to those who believe there’s too much safety and say that there is as of yet, not enough.

 

Have the determination to develop, implement and enforce SOGs that are constructed with a foundation strong in safety.

 

Show your pride, knowing that you did your job, did it safely, got the job done and you didn’t have to compromise your sacred trust.

 

To Bobby Halton and FDNY Lt. Ray McCormack; thank you for keeping the spotlight on Safety.

 

It will continue to be seen in a different light.

 

TCSS.

 

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Chief? You’re Fired!

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 PO: Hello; ChiefReason?

 

CR: Yes; this is ChiefReason. Who’s this?

 

PO: This is President Obama.

 

CR: Mr. President; how are you?

 

PO: Not so good. I only have one (1) team left in the Final Four. And you?

 

CR: I have two (2) teams left, but it’s been a bad year for me.

 

PO: And it’s about to get worse.

 

CR: How is that?

 

PO: I want you to resign from the fire department. It’s just not working out. I was hoping to see more progress in your department during my mercurial first ninety days in office.

 

CR: I’m a little confused. I report to a board of trustees and I am elected by township residents; my shareholders, if you will. I am honored that you would think that I work for you, but I don’t believe that I do.

 

PO: Didn’t you ask your federal government, over which I am the boss, for money to buy equipment? I mean; you asked for a bailout because you needed money, right?

 

CR: Well, “need” isn’t exactly it. You offered us the program, so we took advantage of it.

 

PO: That’s right. You stuck your hand out and we put some money in it. I’m not happy with the results, so, in accordance with the terms of the agreement, I am firing you. I asked for and received from Congress-your representatives-more powers in matters of money.

 

CR: But I didn’t agree to being fired by the government. I signed a grant application, agreed to spend the money as stated and agreed to an audit if requested.

 

PO: And do you still owe money after receiving the grant?

 

CR: Yeah; but you said that we couldn’t use the grant to retire debt.

 

PO: Pish-posh. I owe it to my fellow Dem-I mean; my constituents-to protect their best interests and their investment in America’s future by relieving you as chief. Hey; did you see that putt Tiger made on the last hole of the Palmer tournament?

 

CR: Uh, yes I did, but I-

 

PO: Whoa; look at the time. I gotta get to the gym for some basketball. Look at the bright side: you got more time for golf. Read my book!

 

Now, at first blush, you might think that my imagination is working overtime again.

 

But, if you haven’t heard by now, Rick Wagoner, CEO of General Motors, was told by the Obama Administration to step down as head of GM if they were to receive any more bailout money. The reason cited was that there just wasn’t enough being done to re-structure the company.

 

So, for the first time in our nation’s history, the federal government has fired an employee of a publicly traded, privately held company!

 

Doesn’t that send chills down your spine; that the federal government is running private business in this country? Does Amtrak, U.S. Postal Service, Katrina, Rita, No Child Left Behind, Enron, World Com, Bernie Madoff, AIG, Lehman Bros, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, Bernie Mac, Goldman Sachs and anywhere else the government was directly involved or should have been involved with oversight ring a bell?

 

Where stricter oversight should have been exerted, they turned a blind eye. They gave billions with no plan to monitor the program to banks and AIG, but yet, want to run an auto company right down to choosing who should be the CEO. Hmmm. Will they also consider the same demise for the International President of the UAW? Not likely, but I would listen if someone wants to explain the difference to me.

 

This could be the start of a journey down a road that I don’t think America wants to go down. It is so close to one of those “ism” words that we fight so desperately to deny. Our government needs to get out of the business of Business. Even if they would get their own house in order, there is no room in a free democracy for government intervention into private business beyond offering low interest assistance with a schedule for repayment.

 

I applaud states like Alaska and companies like Ford Motor Company for refusing to reach out to the long tentacle of this administration, knowing that the strings attached could wrap them in a debt beyond anything that money could repay.

 

We have to stop government sponsored attacks on our system of free enterprise NOW!

 

Or ChiefReason might be looking for another job in the REAL world.

 

TCSS.

 

 

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The Body Won’t Do What the Mind Tells It To!

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As we get older, we find ourselves saying that we can’t do some of the things we could do when we were younger because the body won’t let us.

 

Younger firefighters who haven’t yet challenged themselves aren’t sure if they can get their bodies to do what this job sometimes requires it to do.

 

Others simply choose not to for their own, personal reasons. These are usually the ones who had no idea of the mental and physical toll that fire/rescue can have on you. They will get out early.

 

But my article is about something else. It is about those who unexpectedly find themselves stricken with a medical condition that robs them of a normal existence in our very chaotic world.

 

A good friend of mine has a firefighter who is battling cancer with the help of an entire nation’s fire community. Davey and his department are making certain that this battle will be fought with the support of his brothers and sisters.

 

A little over a year ago, Bob Juarez of the Davenport, IA FD fell twenty feet from a ladder at the scene of a working fire and is now paralyzed from the waist down. The outpouring of support has been phenomenal. Bob is now working in Administration for the fire department.

 

I have a story about one of our members.

 

Matt was diagnosed with Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis (PPMS) towards the end of 2004. With this type of MS, there are no periods of remission. It is also characterized by gradual progression. There may be periods of leveling off of disease activity and there will be good/bad days. This type also attacks the spinal cord but will migrate to the brain. Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis affects 10 to 15 percent of all MS patients.

 

I was chief of department when Matt got on in 1995. He came to us from another department, so I asked that chief about Matt. He told me that Matt was a real “cowboy” and to keep an eye on him.

 

Well, I kept an eye on Matt and what I saw was someone totally committed to our cause, someone who would hump hose, overhaul and clean up when we got back into quarters. He helped out at every fundraiser that we held. He made all of the meetings and was in the top ten for training hours every year. We took a couple of road trips together and if you didn’t know how to take him, you might think that he was opinionated. He was one of our work horses.

 

That’s why it is so emotional for me to see how this disease is taking that away from him. His motor skills have rapidly disappeared. It was very subtle in the beginning; almost undetectable. He would get up from sitting and would have to steady himself before walking. He would often walk near a wall or objects to steady himself as he walked. The tremors that now shake his body were small ones in the beginning. They resembled muscle “spasms”, so there was little concern in the beginning. He takes many medications, when the state authorizes the prescriptions and we all know how frustrating that can be.

 

From there, Matt had to use a cane and then a walker.

 

Now; Matt has an electric wheelchair. He is pretty much homebound in bad weather, but will get out in good weather and travel about town in his wheelchair.

Last year, some of the guys from the fire department went to his house and built him a wheelchair ramp.

 

Matt is not married and lives with his two little dogs, Billy and Darla.

 

To insure that Matt gets at least one, nutritional meal a day, several members of the department are on a monthly calendar to take him a meal. This also allows Matt to receive visitors to keep in touch on a social level. I am proud to say that the younger firefighters are participating as well as the ones who have been with Matt since he got on the department.

 

We participate in a firefighter golf outing every year and Matt is taken as a member of the chief’s team. Matt might get to hit a ball or two, but he will mostly just ride along and enjoy the day and the camaraderie of the many firefighters.

I know that it is killing him that he can’t be more active, but he is going to remain with us, because the support is what he needs.

 

In February, 2006, we staged a benefit for Matt; not so much to raise money, though he needed it, but more to let him know that we love him, support him and will be with him always. He loves being a firefighter and in my mind, he always will be.

 

I sent out a request via the Internet to the fire community and asked for patches and notes of encouragement. The response was overwhelming. I had my sister make a quilt for him from the 200 plus patches that we received. A picture of the quilt is on my home page at FFN.

 

On the day of the benefit, I had firefighters come from as far away as Canada, Ohio, Iowa, Indiana and all over Illinois. It was amazing. THAT is brotherhood!

 

I know that we have held discussions about unproductive members. I know that many of us have definite opinions about some who will not rise to their potential and meet expectations, though they do not suffer from a debilitating disease and only suffer from laziness, a lack of motivation or indifference.

 

But, what would you do if you had to live as Matt does, knowing the mind won’t let your body do what you want it to do anymore? To never know when the tremors will come, the muscles will let go and to wake up and not know if it will be a “good” day or a bad one?

 

And all the while wanting to turn the clock back to a day when you could ride the truck, grab a hose, cut a top off of a car,  play a round of golf with the guys and just be “normal” again.

 

When you have been given God’s gift of good health and an opportunity to serve your community, why would you want to waste it on things that leave you empty in the end? Why would you want to miss your calling?

 

Matt is still on our department and when he is feeling good, he will attend a meeting and participate in discussion. His gear still hangs on the wall.

 

He is a member for life.

 

TCSS.

Art

 

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What Has Happened to Our Humanity?

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Today, I am ashamed of our human species. I am ashamed to be an American. But most of all, I am mad as hell for the way that we treated a war veteran in the twilight of his life.

 

Marvin E. Schur, a 93 year old war veteran and retired foundry worker FROZE TO DEATH, because the electric company installed a limiter on his meter for an unpaid electric bill. The coroner said that Schur died a “slow, painful death”. He was found in his home on January 17, 2009. See: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,484724,00.html

 

No; this wasn’t a guy who couldn’t pay his bill due to a lack of money, but rather, because of an oversight. How does a guy with $600,000 in the bank not pay a bill? Simple; he was confused.

 

So, instead of the power company CALLING him on the telephone and asking if there was a problem, they had a person sneak out to his house on January 13, 2009 and place a limiter on his electric meter and then, didn’t even bother to tell him how it worked.

 

A customer who had faithfully paid his bill on time for 50-60 years DIED, because we have lost our humanity. We have become so self-absorbed, so stuck in the middle of “policy”, so paranoid that there is ulterior motive, so insensitive to the needs of others and most importantly; so cavalier with our decision-making that we don’t understand the end result and its impact.

 

I can understand putting a boot on a car’s tire for parking in a restricted area. I can even, to some degree, understand having the car towed away, if the sign is there that states that you could be towed for parking there.

 

I can understand that a letter should be sent to a customer of a utility company when payment isn’t received. I can understand that a second letter is sent asking if a customer got the first letter. I can understand that a third letter is sent outlining the available options for the non-payment. I can understand that we have postal workers who don’t always deliver all of the mail, which is why I believe in “certified” mail and better yet; a live person to contact a customer. Especially an elderly customer like Mr. Schur.

 

This poor man fought off hypothermia for about four days, before finally succumbing to it. A man who had survived one of the most brutal wars in modern history couldn’t survive the American Dream. He died for a grand total of $1,100 and the Citi Banks and Bernie Madoffs of the world who have stolen billions and live in their penthouses are allowed to soak up the warmth on the backs of the American people. What is wrong with that picture?

 

Murderers, rapists and robbers are treated better in this country. But, we sentenced Marvin Schur to death for being a good citizen, an American patriot and a hard working man. In a country where you can be arrested and charged with a crime for not protecting your dogs from the cold, we didn’t protect Mr. Schur.

 

Mr. Schur; alone and someone who didn’t ask for help, didn’t bother anyone and who kept to himself and his business died because of a very flawed company policy and a society that continues to erode its concern for fellow human beings.

 

There should be a national outrage to this despicable act on the part of the utility company. The lack of any effort on their part to find out if there was a problem is unacceptable. Installing a device without the customer’s knowledge or consent should be illegal. The fact that someone died as a result is criminal and whoever made the decision to install the equipment on Mr. Schur’s meter without first making direct contact with him should be arrested, charged with negligent homicide, tried in a court of law, convicted and sentenced.

 

That would be more than what Marvin Schur was afforded.

 

I hope the state of Michigan enjoys the $600,000 it inherited from Mr. Schur. Maybe that money should go into an escrow account for people who can’t pay their electric bills.

 

Interesting to note is that the electric company decided to review policy and will have all limiters removed in the meantime.

 

Not a bad decision considering that it took a “slow, painful death” to trigger a review.

 

It’s sad to think that we care more for our cell phones than our fellow Man.

Just Me and the Ball

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I love golf, but at the same time, I hate it!

 

I love to play the game, because there’s something about making the right club selection, hitting the ball cleanly, propelling the ball to the intended target with its proper distance, landing the ball to within a putter’s length of the cup and then putting it in.

 

Just me and the ball!

 

What I described may sound simple to the unknowing.

 

Do you realize how many things can go wrong from the time you select your club, approach your ball, set up with your stance, start your back swing to your follow through and then leave your ball in the hands of the golfing gods?

 

That’s why I hate it. I know of no other activity that requires so much to think about and then you have to put all of it out of your head to “enjoy the game”.

 

I took up the game when I was 48 years old. I tried to hold out until I was 50, but I had too many friends eager to take my money (25 cents a hole-winner take all), so I bought my FIRST set of clubs. I am now on my FOURTH set, and I have owned no less than SIX putters!

 

You see; I am one of those guys who must rely on technology to strengthen the weakness of my game. So, yes; I believe that you can BUY your way to a better game!

 

I will start this season with an 18-hole handicap of 17. Not bad for taking it up 8 years ago.

 

I enjoy the sheer beauty of a well manicured golf course. I belong to a local country club that is very well maintained. We take great pride in our course, but I have also played on some of the best courses that Illinois and Iowa have to offer.

 

Wherever I go, I will replace my divots, fix my ball marks on the greens and pick up trash that I find on the course. Yes; I’m a better groundskeeper than golfer!

 

I believe that I have the right attitude for golf. I am a student of the game. I learn something every time I go out and play. I have taken lessons. I play in a league. I play in tournaments and I am no longer nervous around other golfers. I have found that I actually play better when I am playing against better golfers and I have beaten some good ones; mostly in handicapped matches.

 

No; I am not a sandbagger; I have honestly earned my 17 handicap. I don’t…nope; I won’t go there!

 

I have also seen the ugly side of golf. I am talking about the expletive-filled, club-throwing, ball-throwing, walk-off-in-the-middle-of-a-match ugliness; not by me, but by others. You have to wonder why they play!

 

Call me a romanticist, but I can relate to people like Player, Palmer and Nicklaus and their reverence for the game. It is almost spiritualistic their connection to the game.

 

I play for the challenge. I strive to get better. I play for the fun and the enjoyment of hitting that one, good drive; that one, good sand shot and making a 20 footer for a birdie. It makes my whole day and screw what’s on my scorecard. I’ll pay my money when I lose, but relish in the eagle that I made on #13!

 

Then, we will sit around in the clubhouse, have our beverages and bust each others’ balls.

 

Sound familiar? It almost sounds like the firehouse, doesn’t it?

 

I play in firefighter tournaments when I get the chance. Last year, I sponsored a two-person, super ball tournament for my firefighters. I’m proud to say that Lance and I took second place. My chief and his partner won the thing. They want to do it again and I will gladly take a re-match.

 

To me; it’s the best of both worlds. The camaraderie is second to none. And the charities that they support are well worth your time and your entry fee.

 

Love golf? You bet (25 cents a hole).

 

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National Survey Confirms Concerns

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I have developed a very close, personal relationship with my state representative.

We have become very good friends and have managed to balance our friendship against the work that needs to be done in our state on behalf of the fire service.

Unless you live in a cave, you have seen the political crisis that has affected Illinois during the past three years. Our state budget has been used in a very disgusting, immoral and unethical manner by our state government; most notably by our governor. He has held the entire state hostage, including schools, children’s hospitals, roads programs and yes; fire departments.

We are a very progressive, small fire department that pre-plans, including our financial forecasts.

In the current climate, how in the world can we look beyond the current fiscal year with any confidence and plan for our next five years with some economic accuracy?

I realize that it is not wise to spend money that you don’t have, but what about money that was already approved by the legislature, but has been tied up by the governor for the last three years, because he’s not happy that some of his pet projects were not funded? We have $25,000 in grant monies sitting in the Comptroller’s office that has yet to be released to us, so we had to move forward with the project, borrow the money, then pay off the loan, because we needed emergency power at our fire station. It was a project worthy of a grant.

With the current budget crisis, I cannot in good conscience prepare our customary five year plan without considering tax increases or reducing services and that sounds strange for a small fire department that is used to running services on a boot strap-thin tax base.

Here is an article that will get your attention: http://www.ncsl.org/programs/press/2008/pr120408SBUDec08.htm

As always, I welcome comments.

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