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Meeting A Messenger On A Mission!

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Blogger’s Note: In the very near future, I will be doing an in-depth blog on hydrogen cyanide and carbon monoxide exposures to firefighters. This blog centers around my meeting with one of the fire industry’s pre-eminent authorities on hazardous materials and especially the “Toxic Twins”.

I can’t remember ever posting a blog that included pictures, but I had the privilege of interviewing two stars at Fire Rescue International in Chicago last week. One interview was on the floor of the convention center and the other was done in the friendly confines of the FirefighterNetcast booth.

On the left side of the first picture, you have me. As you can see, I tried to dress to resemble my profile picture in my blog spots so that I would be readily recognizable. While I was at the FireRescue1 booth getting my free T-shirt, they had their website up on a big screen and wouldn’t you know it; they had the bloggers page up and on MY blog. In that picture of me, I am wearing a white shirt and tie. People in line were looking at the screen and looking at me. They did it a couple of times and then I took my hat off to screams of “that IS you”. True story. I still giggle when I think about it.

On the right side of the picture is Steven Pasquale, who has done Broadway, movies, released a jazz CD and also played Firefighter Sean Garrity for the entire run of the Denis Leary hit TV series “Rescue Me”. Steven’s star power was being lent to Meridian Medical’s rollout of the new Cyanokits®. I was thrilled when I was asked to interview him and his co-star, whom I will mention momentarily, but I was only allotted 15 minutes, so my questions had to be short and focused. But his handlers had never dealt with ChiefReason before, so I was able to get about 25 minutes with both of my guests.

And besides; I had my crew with me-John Mitchell and Rhett Fleitz, my producers and Willie Wines was our photographer. We had the manpower edge and used it to my advantage.

The gentleman in the middle of the photo is Rob Schnepp, simply an amazing man. Steven Pasquale is fascinating, but Rob is amazing. Knowing that I could not tap the surface of this man’s expertise in a 15 – 20 minute sound bite, I had Rob scheduled for an interview in the podcast booth.

None of this would have been possible without a lot of help and coordination from Shawn Longerich, Executive Director of Cyanide Poisoning Treatment Coalition. Thank you, thank you, Shawn.

That said; let’s get back to it.

Rob has a passion. It is hazardous materials. Within that, he has a passion for the hazardous effects of smoke on civilians and firefighters. You literally turn on the EveryReady Bunny® when you ask him to talk about the effects of cyanide and carbon monoxide poisoning on firefighters. He is not Barney Fife with one bullet in his pocket; not even close! His resume’, his accomplishments and his published material is far and wide on topics of hazardous materials.

It makes perfect sense that Rob would be involved with the only FDA-approved cyanide antidote kit that is available in this country. We talked about the importance of quickly recognizing the symptoms of cyanide exposure, introducing the victims to the antidote and getting them to a hospital. Our time together flew by.

Don’t get me wrong; Steven Pasquale is a multi-talented entertainer and at 33 years old, he has accomplished more than many entertainers almost twice his age. I would compare him to Clint Eastwood, but Eastwood hasn’t done Broadway…yet! But then, Steven informed me that he doesn’t write, so they equal out and the comparison holds merit.

And Steven Pasquale’s appearance at Fire Rescue International on behalf of Meridian Medical makes sense. Steven clearly understood the importance of delivering cyanide antidote as quickly as possible, so his advocacy on behalf of firefighters is appreciated.

But, the “go to” guy for the Cyanokits® is Rob Schnepp. How they work, when to introduce them and the importance of pre-hospital care for symptoms of cyanide exposure are topics that are easily discussed with Rob.

We completed our work at Meridian’s booth, my production team left to return to the FirefighterNetcast booth and I hung around to get feedback. I found myself eyeball to eyeball with…Steven Pasquale. Honest to God; we stood there and talked for about 45 minutes on a wide range of topics and I might share those thoughts in a blog down the road.

Rob and Shawn showed up for the podcast at mid-morning. Rob would present on the topic of smoke to an afternoon audience.

The podcast went very well, but I feel that we merely scratched the surface of this man’s deep reservoir of knowledge, which is why I have every intention of having him on my show again in the near future. In the picture, Rob is again in the middle and FFNetcast producer John Mitchell is on the right.

Rob, keep spreading the word on the Toxic Twins, brother.

Even if that is one leader/one safety officer at a time.

The message is much too important to wait for some to come to their good senses.

The educational supplement “Smoke: Perceptions, Myths and Misunderstandings” from the Cyanide Poisoning Treatment Coalition is must reading.

Oh; and remind me to tell you about my conversation with Bobby Halton.

TCSS.

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FirefighterNetcast Rewind

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Last week was my third podcast for my show, “FirefighterNetcast Presents The Voice of Reason”.

My guests for that show were Shawn Longerich, Executive Director for the Cyanide Poisoning Treatment Coalition and Dr. Alan Miller, an expert on many chemical agents, such as hydrogen cyanide (HCN); the topic of my program. Dr. Miller and Shawn were extremely knowledgeable on the subject of cyanide poisoning and their advocacy on behalf of those who might experience an exposure to chemical agents is undeniable.

Having guests that you feel at ease with certainly makes for a fluid show. You hope that the audience is every bit as interested in the guests as the host is. I research my guests and the topics that we will discuss to reduce the likelihood that long “gaps” will appear through out the interview.

That is why I had Dave Leblanc, a jake from Harwich, MA on my very first show. I knew that we could create an energy that would come through in the interview and capture the audience in that “around the kitchen table” banter style. I enjoyed that first show immensely, thanks to Dave and my callers.

I had State Representative Don Moffitt on as my guest for the second show in an effort to create a map for firefighters who struggle with the political landscape of the fire service. I realize that Don is not your typical legislator, which is exactly why I asked him to do the podcast.

The legislative process, otherwise known as the political system, can be overwhelming, if you lack the knowledge and the patience to deal with it. I can think of no one better to teach that.

As a former school teacher, Don brings his knowledge and patience along to educate those who are interested in learning the legislative process.

My next show will be Tuesday, August 24th at 9:00 PM EDT.

My guest will be John Kriska of www.kriskafiretraining.com. We will be discussing positive pressure ventilation (PPV); the do’s and don’ts and the “what ifs”.

Though I have several more guests who have already committed to doing the Voice of Reason, I will also be doing a call-in show, where callers can rant about whatever is on their mind…as long as they keep it “clean”!

I wasn’t sure how I would react to the medium, let alone how the audience would react to me, but I am told that feedback has been positive.

With Rhett Fleitz, John Mitchell, Tiger Schmittendorf and Chris Naum on the FirefighterNetcast team, it challenges us all to bring our A-game every time and to strive to “hit the home run”.

If you haven’t had the opportunity to check out FirefighterNetcast, I would encourage you to do so. You can listen live on show night; you can go to the archived shows at both FirefighterNetcast and BlogTalkRadio or you can download the shows from iTunes for free.

Even FireGeezer is giving us a shout out on the days of the shows.

So that you know that FirefighterNetcast is truly a team effort, it would not be possible without FirefighterNation, FireRescue, Go Forward Media, Elsevier and of course, the producers-the Dynamic Duo of John Mitchell and Rhett Fleitz.

It has been a blast so far.

I will see some of you in a few weeks at Fire Rescue International in Chicago.

I will be the serious-looking guy in the funny hat!

TCSS.

Kids Are Like Cats; Mayors Are Like Zombies!

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Brains!

What was that? Did anyone else hear that?

Brains!!

Hmmm. It sounds like it’s getting closer. It sounds like someone is saying ‘change’.

BRAINS!!!

WOW; did you see that? They looked like…I thought…THEY ARE…THEY’RE…

ZOMBIES!

Or…

They could be your mayor and city council.

More on that later, but first; a zombie, teachable moment!

It has been suggested that the zombie virus called “Zombititus” was unleashed upon the world when archeologists and/or thieves disturbed the mummies in the ancient tombs of Egypt.

In these first encounters with infected tombs, a long dormant disease was contracted by these early adventurers and passed on through the years from being bitten by someone with the virus or by getting zombie blood into the bloodstream, probably through an open wound or mucous membrane (let’s say ‘mouth’ to avoid any unpleasant, mental pictures).

Symptoms can be very obvious or very innocuous. For instance:

If you are bitten, the wound site will turn black. To avoid detection, I would recommend covering it with a really cool tattoo or wear clothing that will cover it up.

Many zombies may look “normal” and actually do uncomplicated tasks like running for public office as a mayor or city council member, as an example.

Once bitten, you will start feeling delusional and unaware of what is going on. That’s almost a pre-requisite for politics right there!

Then, you will have difficulty performing even the easiest tasks. Bodily functions will decelerate as the mind deteriorates. You will no longer feel pain. I think we’re on to something here.

You “die”, but come back to walk the Earth as the living dead or undead.

You have just entered the political arena where the zombies want to suck out your brains, in order to live and to give life to new zombies. Get ready for that very cool tattoo!

Unbeknownst to you, you are going to attend a city council meeting, which, in fact is a zombie, coming-out party. You are on the guest list. You also happen to be the fire chief awaiting your turn to discuss your budget.

As I sit there, I struggle to hear what is being said.

‘Perhaps you could move closer to the microphone?’

Wait; did that guy’s arm just fall off? I have to cut back on the caffeine.

Finally, the mayor is pointing at me and mumbling something that I can’t understand.

As I go to the podium with notes in hand, I notice that they are all looking at me, mumbling amongst themselves, looking at me, more mumbling-wait; did I just hear something about ‘brains’? Are they insulting me?

As I start my kick-ass, budget presentation, I can sense that the mayor and city council are distracted by what seems to be a smell/odor, because they are sniffing and mumbling.

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As I lay out my plans, which calls for closing one station and shifting manpower to the other stations; invoke pay freezes for non-union, administrative positions and an increase in contributions to the health insurance, it appears that I have upset them.

They move closer and closer.

Now; they are standing around me and I notice a dead, fleshy smell.

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They lean in and bite. They got me!

A couple of days pass, my transformation as a zombie is complete and I return home.

The wife immediately and incessantly starts in on me about the long, city council meeting, the drinking afterwards and the ‘you need to take better care of yourself’ crap. Interpretation: you’d better start paying more attention to her or you’re going to get a ball bat taken to your melon.

She couldn’t help but to notice my blank stare; the ‘dead’ eyes, disheveled hair and clothes; the pale, white skin and that almost black-looking wound on the back of my skull (Hit the shelf in the garage again, ya drunk bahstid?)

Well; I’ve had enough of her!

I growl, grab her and just when she thinks I’m about to get lusty and passionate, I bite her in the middle of the forehead.

‘I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Zombie!’

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Now, re-energized; I stagger to my chief’s car, fumble to start it, back out of the driveway and over the neighbor kids’ bicycle (‘It shouldn’t have been there!’)

Neighbor: ‘It was on the porch!’

Down the sidewalk I go on my way to the fire station.

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I finally get my cell phone out of its holster to call the battalion chiefs. My hands-free, voice activation feature doesn’t recognize the name that I am mumbling. Frustrated, I use the key pad…1…1…1…1 as I drive through the plaza (literally), I fling the phone out the window, along with my left hand.

Well, I get to the station for the meeting with my top dogs about the budget cuts. Speaking of dogs; as I get out of the car, a dog scurries by with what appears to be a hand-shaped chew toy in its mouth.

I growl. A battalion chief hears me and comments that I haven’t had my usual gallon of coffee. I move towards him, but I’m too slow; he’s been drinking Starbucks with quad shots.

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As the other battalion chiefs come over to me, they are discussing my ‘appearance’.

‘There’s something different…’

‘You OK, Chief?’

I growl.

They call over the Paramedics. They chalk it up to the ‘hangover that always follows a city council meeting’.

An old jake sees the commotion, comes over and asks, ‘What’s the hub-bub?’

The assembled group says, ‘It’s the chief. He ain’t right!’

The old jake says, ‘That’s why he’s chief!’ (Rim shot)

A dog runs by the apparatus bay door and the jake exclaims, ‘Check his hands!’

‘What?’

‘Just do it. Is he missing a hand?’ asks the jake.

‘Yeah!’

‘Chief’s a frickin’ Zombie’, says the jake.

‘How do you know that?’

‘Because, I’m a TRUCKIE!

So true!

‘And I’ll tell you this: his chosen profession isn’t going to sit well with his Zombititus, because Zombies are scared to death of fire. It’s pretty much a career killer. He’ll want to go defensive on every fire. Guys will think that he’s gone ‘safety soft’. Don’t be a Safety Zombie, blah, blah, blah…

But, how did this happen?

‘Simple; the mayor got to him. There is no cure and it’s irreversible. A Zombie lives, unless he loses his head or his brains are completely sucked out.’ (Insert own joke here)

‘Grab him and hold him down. I’ll go and get the ax’, says the truckie.

I am struggling and mumbling and growling and trying to get away from their tight grip.

“Chief; you must have dozed off. We are ready for your budget report. I hope that you have made the necessary cuts per our discussions”, says the mayor.

And Chief is thinking, “Bunch of brain-sucking zombies!”

Now; if you were keeping track at home, you will notice many similarities between zombies and city councils. Let’s re-cap.

Zombies and mayor/councils are similar because they: (1) Are numb to all pain; (2) Normally, zombies do not respond to people; (3) Have no memory; (4) Are delusional or are unaware of what goes on around them; (5) Cannot perform simple tasks; (6) The mind completely deteriorates; (7) Have zero intelligence; (8) Have no eye/hand coordination; (9) Have no emotion and (10) Have no reasoning skills whatsoever.

I think you get the picture, but before you turn out the lights and go to bed, remember; Zombititus is REAL!

Which reminds me; when is the next city council meeting?

Sleep tight; don’t let the zombies bite!

TCSS.

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Social Media’s Unintended Consequences

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Good or bad; the explosion of the use of social media for its velocity and reach comes with some unintended consequences.

The same velocity and reach that will get the word out for a charitable event, fundraiser for a sick friend or a missing person will also be used to send venom, rumors, allegations and lies.

Social media is both a blessing and a curse that has caused a great “freedom of speech” debate.

Our freedom of speech is protected by the First Amendment in the Bill of Rights. “Speech” has been broadened to mean “expression”, in that the freedom can be verbal or non-verbal.

The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution states that “Congress shall make no law…abridging the freedom of speech”.

As I understand it as applied to social media, Congress could not enact a law prohibiting the creation of a social website that falls within the intent of the First Amendment and does not promote any of the exceptions to the amendment which are: defamation, causing panic, fighting words, incitement to crime, sedition or obscenity.

I believe that website “Terms of Service” buttresses their user policies against the exceptions to free speech, so that they are somewhat indemnified from charges that might be brought against a user of their website who engage in any of the exceptions to the First Amendment.

So, in my mind, someone who is fired by their employer because of something that they posted on a website is NOT protected by the First Amendment, because Congress has no interests in the website beyond the website’s right to exist and as long as the website doesn’t promote any of the exceptions to the First Amendment.

When a website removes a user for making a personal attack on another; be it another member, non-member or organization, I don’t believe that they are violating the user’s freedom of speech. They are invoking the website’s “Terms of Service”.

In much the same way a private business has the right to refuse service to anyone, a website that is privately held can fashion very liberal or very strict guidelines for membership and for the use of the website.

That is not to say that there may be moral or ethical arguments, but moral/ethical considerations are not identified in the First Amendment.

In that regard, it raises philosophical issues with freedom of expression and it is my understanding that the English philosopher John Stuart Mill, in his book “On Liberty”, provides the more accepted test for government intervention of civil liberties that is known as the “harm principle”.

It states: “…the only purpose for which power can be rightfully exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will, is to prevent harm to others. His own good, either physical or moral, is not a sufficient warrant”.

It should be noted that, according to Professor Julie Van Camp, most of the “classic” exceptions to freedom of expression, as established by the U.S. Supreme Court, are consistent with Mill’s harm principle, with the exception of obscenity.

So, that same website user decides to use the website as a very public platform to disparage or embarrass their employer; the employer sees it and terminates the employee.

Did the employer violate the employee’s freedom of speech, according to the language in the First Amendment?

Some may like to think so, but if the employee was not suppressed from posting it on the website, thereby freely expressing their opinion on the website, then how was their freedom of speech suppressed, according to the First Amendment?

In my opinion, the opinion expressed by the employee might be somewhat unpleasant and even contain some fact, but the employer isn’t terminating the employee for saying it, but because it was said publicly and consequently, violated the company’s code of conduct. Most employees sign a statement when they are hired that says that they agree to follow all of the rules and that they will do nothing to bring embarrassment to their employer.

Many will remember the firefighter/paramedic that was fired over the YouTube video that was posted on Facebook (http://firefighternation.com/forum/topics/firefighter-fired-over?page=3&commentld=889755%3A4548000=1#889755Comment4548000).

His employer stated that he was terminated for: “You displayed poor judgment in producing a derogatory video depicting a member of this department with a physician which is implied to be at Colleton Medical Center…This video has created an embarrassing situation for this department, our public image and the cooperative relationship we enjoy with Colleton Medical Center. It reflects poorly on you and Colleton County”.

“Poor judgment” is not protected under the First Amendment.

But, this isn’t the only example of an employee being fired over a social website posting.
Here is just a sampling of examples of employees being fired over a social website posting:

http://www.inc.com/news/articles/2010/05/waitress-fired-for-facebook-post.html

http://sports/espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3965039

http://www.maximumpc.com/article/news/bored_teenage_worker_fired_over_facebook_entry

http://www.jsonline.com/blogs/news/95125549.html

And now, we have a story about an anonymous commenter who will be charged with defamation, once their identity is discovered. Let’s face it; it may no longer be “safe” to hide behind a user name and computer screen and violate someone else’s rights (http://qconline.com/archives/qco/display.php?id=495908&query=Newspaper).

According to the news article, the Third District Appellate Court in Ottawa, IL ruled that The Times newspaper in Ottawa must turn over information that could identify a person who posted alleged defamatory comments on the newspaper’s website.

According to Appellate Justices Holdridge and McDade: “…type of anonymous speech are protected by the Constitution, but the Maxons showed grounds for defamation that took away the defendant’s Constitutional right to make anonymous web comments”.

They also went on to say in their ruling that: “the alleged defamatory comments were not presented as opinions, which would protect the commenter from a lawsuit, but as fact”.

Now; there were some who felt that the anonymous commenter should be protected.

Why?

While you ponder that question, we should also be thinking about our own posting “habits”.

We may want to get a better idea of what is stated as fact and what is stated as opinion.

TCSS.

The source for part of this article was “Freedom of Expression: The First Amendment” by Professor Julie Van Camp.

This article is protected by federal copyright laws under The Adventures of Jake and Vinnie© umbrella. It cannot be re-produced in any form without the expressed, written permission of the author, Art Goodrich a.k.a. ChiefReason.

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The Answer Is In The Form Of A Question-First Due Blog Carnival-3rd Edition

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Without question, the most important ‘ah-hah’ moment for me came many years ago in a training session taught by none other than and then-Lieutenant Rick Lasky, who was an instructor for the Illinois Fire Service Institute.

Rick was teaching a class called “Saving Our Own”.

Rick asked, “If one of your firefighters gets into trouble, how are you going to get them out?”

And as crazy as it sounds, I hadn’t given it much thought up to that point, because as a firefighter, Trouble was what we were taught to mitigate; right?

Think about it. Firefighters are paged out because someone else is in trouble and needs our help. We respond to the incident, where we find Trouble and we immediately go to work on relieving the victims of their troubling situation.

As Rick taught the class, he made it painfully clear that getting firefighters out of trouble is an arduous task. He spoke from a personal level about a friend of his who became disoriented, couldn’t find his way out and firefighters couldn’t get him out of a window in time to save his life. According to Rick and I am going off of memory, two firefighters could not get the stricken firefighter up and out a window with a sill height of approximately 40 inches. They didn’t have the necessary tools or extra breathing air, because they were not equipped as a rescue team but as  a fire attack team. The space that they were working in was very tight, adding to the difficulty. It was easy to see how problematic it was by Rick’s very personal and detailed account.

In Illinois, Saving Our Own became the forerunner of RIT training and unbeknownst to any of us at the time, we were learning cutting edge tactics to rescue firefighters caught in a life-threatening situation.

Rick showed us the tools that we would need for the tasks and also showed us customized tools that were not on the market at the time. An example was the short-handled sledgehammer with a rope-wrapped handle. Imagine being in a space barely big enough for one person and trying to swing a standard sledgehammer to breach a wall. It wouldn’t happen. Simple “why didn’t I think of that” ideas that could make the difference in a life and death situation was laid out for us.

I left the class with a new found attitude. I no longer viewed us as invincible. I no longer thought that we could get into any situation and get back out without assistance. It caused me to take a better look when I was doing size up at a scene.

Most of all, Rick’s class revealed a very flawed attitude in many firefighters and some of them were on my fire department. The ‘flaw’ was that many firefighters would wait too long to call for help, thinking that they could get themselves out of trouble. There may have been some who felt that calling for help was admitting defeat or that they screwed up or that they didn’t want anyone hurt trying to get THEM out of trouble, but whatever the reason, it was flawed and very wrong.

We started practicing RIT like our lives depended on it. Many of my firefighters took RIT training whenever it was offered. We purchased the necessary equipment in the hopes that we would never need it, but had it if we did. I made it very clear to the department that getting into trouble may happen, but not calling for help as soon as it was realized was unacceptable.

Since we took the training, we have been fortunate in not having to call a ‘mayday’. We have created an awareness in officers and firefighters alike that has helped us to remove potential hazards from the work space to reduce the likelihood of it causing our firefighters harm upon ingress or egress.

Think of the power of Rick’s question: if one of your firefighter’s gets into trouble, how are you going to get them out?

And Hope and Luck are NOT part of that equation.

It takes planning, training, the right equipment and the right attitude.

To answer Rick’s question forces you to conduct a very critical self-examination that clears the way for the realities that your department might be weak in an area where strength is a must.

You have to train to save others, but you must also train to save your own.

TCSS.

FirefighterNetcast Presents The Voice of Reason-Show #1

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I can’t speak for the show’s listeners, but I had a complete blast last night (5/17)!

For my inaugural show, Dave LeBlanc of www.iacoj.com and www.backstepfirefighter.com (Bill Carey’s blog) kindly accepted my invitation and was the perfect guest, as I knew he would be.

It was like I was the lead singer, singing his praises and then, like a lead guitarist, Dave would go off on a riff; allowing me to get a splash of beverage and to “wander the stage”.

I would have to say that hosting a net cast requires skillful multi-tasking.

I discovered that you must first get the proper adjustment on your headset; set the proper volume for ear pieces and microphone; then, sigh in to www.blogtalkradio.com ; open www.firefighternetcast.com and Google Talk; stay to your outline and notes; watch feedback in the chat room; maintain thoughts on subject at hand with guest; get another question ready; check Google Talk for messages; and oh yeah; have fun with it, while making it interesting for guest and audience.

The only glitch of the evening came when my Skype dropped my call. It took me about five minutes to re-establish my connection to the show. I can’t help but wonder if John…

I was in a near panic, but, because of the pros that they are; John (www.firedaily.com) and Rhett (www.firecritic.com) stepped right in, took a question from the outline and kept the flow to the show. Good save, fellazzzzzz!

It was a raucus chat room last night. Chatters were discussing, but were also having fun. It resembled a play ground every now and then, but it was exciting to see so many “at the show”.

Callers Wayne and Jason took the energy of the program to the next level.

The show wound down with Dave honoring his fallen brother firefighter, mentor and friend, Bobby J; who lost his battle with cancer last December 26th.

The show ended with one of my favorite songs to honor our fallen: “Grace of God Go I” by Flogging Molly.

Then, we did a post production meeting. I laughed so hard that I hurt. I called a friend after the meeting and then took Chopper out, so I could smoke a celebratory cigar.

What a night!

It’s one that I will never forget…

TCSS.

My next installment of FirefighterNetcast Presents The Voice of Reason will be on Thursday, June 24th at 8:00 pm CT/9:00 pm ET.

 

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Getting to the “Right” Place

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How is it that we have no fear of going into a burning building, entering swift water to rescue a victim, rappel down a 200-foot cliff or go out in bad weather to spot tornadoes and yet; when an opportunity comes along that has life-changing potential, we are too scared to seize the moment?

Did any of you have a master plan for how your life would go?

I know many firefighters who planned on it from when they were very young, so for them; did you plan on becoming an officer?

Was your goal ever to rotate off shift to an administrative position working Monday through Friday?

Or, were you planning to rotate to another station house?

When the decision is made to “stay where you’re at”, is it because you have grown comfortable there?

Is it because there would be too much upheaval to change it?

Are we concerned with how the change would affect the ones around us?

Or, are we looking for an excuse, so that we won’t have to confront our own fear of change?

Many of you who follow my “stuff” know that I don’t ask questions for the sake of discussions. I don’t ask if I already know the answer…most of the time!

No; I ask because I want to know the answer and to learn.

What impediments do we put in front of ourselves that denies us the opportunity to further our success and when we do, is that in effect, failure?

We know that we don’t like failure, but what is it called when we don’t challenge ourselves to reach new heights and simply show up and “do our jobs”.

There isn’t a more challenging occupation than firefighting.

Well-planned pre-plans can quickly turn into ad hoc chaos in a New York minute and we have to rise to the challenge and live to tell about it. We are so focused on our tasks that we don’t have time to be scared and it begs many questions.

When does training become skill?

When does work performance become experience?

When does knowledge become wisdom?

When does student become teacher?

When does craftsmanship become leadership?

When does change become essential to our personal growth?

My spiritual advisor-Baziman-did not pose these questions to me. Rather, he asked me other, more introspective questions and made some personal observations of me that led me to ask those questions.

Not only am I asking them of my readers, but I am also asking them for myself.

Though we may not get together, I want us to get to the same place.

Do you hear me, Baziman?

I HAVE to ask questions to get to my answers.

More specifically, I have to ask the RIGHT questions to get the RIGHT answers.

I have constructed incident pre-plans in meticulous fashion, leaving no doubt and little to chance.

I have lived much of my life in “ad hoc chaos” and though it has made my journey through this life exciting and adventurous, it has lacked a certain fulfillment.

Now, I am on a new mission; a new pathway that has already revealed that I stand in the way of me!

I am not going to go back and take a more cautious route.

No; I am going to remove the obstacles and continue my journey. Hosting FirefighterNetcast isn’t a beginning or an end. It is but a destination along the way.

Baziman will be my wing man, my GPS and co-pilot.

And we will split the gas!

TCSS.

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Of Dreams, Clowns and Eagles

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As I crested the hill, I could smell the smoke in the air.

At the top of the hill, I could see a column of black smoke penetrating the air above an enclave of small, modest homes.

I quickened my steps as I headed towards the source of the smoke.

As I got nearer, I could see that the smoke was pushing powerfully from the doors and windows.

People were running around in the front yard of this residence, screaming that a young boy was inside.

A couple of men were on their hands and knees, coughing and vomiting after making an effort to enter the house to rescue the young boy. Apparently, the young boy ran from them and they had to exit the house because of the thick smoke and intense flames.

It was clear to me that I was not going to enter through the front door, so I ran to the side of the house, where I found another door.

I looked through the door and could only see the lower portion of the little boy.

I kicked in the door and as soon as the kid saw me, he took off in the other direction. He was running to a closet and as he got down on his hands and knees to crawl into the smoke-filled closet, I grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans, tucked him under my left arm and exited the same way that I had entered.

I handed him over to his mom and to the cheers of the neighbors just as the fire department was starting their attack.

I woke up from my sleep, wringing wet from sweat.

Later that same day-Friday-I was driving through Galesburg in the right hand lane. I came to a stoplight and stopped. A mini-van pulled up next to me in the left lane and I looked over at the clown that was driving.

No; it was an honest-to-God clown with a red wig, white face and a red nose. He looked at me, smiled and gave me one of those “clown waves” with his white-gloved hand.

You had to be there to sense the weirdness of the moment. The only thing that could have made it funnier was, if he had been driving on of those really small clown cars.

However; a lone clown driving a mini-van is a bit odd on its own.

Today-Saturday-two firefighters from my department, a retired bat chief from Galesburg and I played in a firefighter golf tournament in Monmouth at Gibson Woods Golf Course. IAFF Local 1702 was hosting 19 teams in a best ball format.

When I play golf, I like to play well, but I also like to enjoy it and have fun. I don’t let bad shots spoil the moment. Don’t get me wrong; I like to play well, but if I can play and make more good shots than bad shots, then it was a good day.

My team played very well in the windy rain on a wet course. One of my guys-Jeff-missed a hole in one by just two feet. We made several long putts, had some birdies and a couple of bogies. We missed winning our flight because of a scorecard playoff.

But, what I take from the day is the eagle that I scored on the sixth hole.

It was a par 4, 386-yard hole that dog-legged to the right. The corner was well protected by trees and missing the corner to the left had you in tall rough grass. I hit my drive just left of the trees at the corner and into the middle of the approach fairway to number six green.

The GPS said that we were 130 yards from the hole. The others missed the green with their shots and I was hitting last. I didn’t feel pressure.

I grabbed my 7-iron because of the wind and because I don’t hit my irons with any distance. Yes, I know; many of you would use a wedge of some sort, but I have not perfected my irons play.

I hit the ball well. It was straight in line with the flag pin. It felt good when I hit it, but you never know. We had been hitting good shots all day and were coming up short. That’s golf, you know?

But, on this shot, my ball hit the green, took one bounce and disappeared. My teammates thought it went in the hole. I thought that it bounced off the back of the green.

We got into our carts and went to the green and I asked Tyke to check the hole. I was getting a wedge and my putter and walking to the back of the green to look for my ball.

I watched Tyke reach down and pull my ball out of the cup. EAGLE!

Jubilation and celebration overcame my group.

When others can feel just as good for your accomplishment as you do, then that is a feeling like nothing else that you can experience.

And that’s how it should be with fire departments; sharing the good and the bad, picking each other up, coming through in the clutch and celebrating each other’s success and failures as a TEAM. It’s not just a golf lesson. It is a Life lesson.

A dream, a clown and an eagle. Somehow; they are connected and I must find it.

I think the dream was telling me that I would accomplish something exciting. Seeing the clown was to remind me to have fun, I think. And scoring the eagle let me know that, when you put everything together correctly, success will come. Perhaps my spiritual advisor can tell me.

Sounds a little bit strange, doesn’t it?

Well, that’s me!

TCSS.

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Most Influential LODD Report-Submission for Blog Carnival

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We should take something from every LODD report that we read.

We should take the time to read them, if for no other reason than to honor the fallen firefighter(s) and their families.

Over the years, I have read several LODD reports that have had a profound influence, but there is one that affected me more deeply than the others and changed ME with regards to how we should conduct ourselves in a leadership role, remind us how important safety is while conducting our business, to train our departments to recognized standards and to NEVER use the term “volunteer” as an excuse to be less than professional.

The LODD of Bradley Golden was one of the most tragic examples of the stigma that is carried by the volunteer fire service with regards to officer qualifications, leadership skills, training and standards/compliance.

In short; Bradley Golden’s Line-of-Duty-Death was the result of colossal failures from the top down and affects me so deeply because it was so preventable.

According to the NIOSH LODD report http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200138.html, on September 25, 2001, Firefighter Bradley Golden of the Lairdsville, NY Fire Department died from asphyxia due to smoke inhalation during a live-burn training exercise. Firefighter Bradley Golden was just 19 years old and had been a member of the department for THREE weeks!

In addition, Adam Croman and Benjamin Morris were seriously injured during the same training exercise.

For a complete story that goes well beyond the NIOSH LODD report, go to http://chiefreasonart.com/brads-page/ .

On October 31, 2002, the final “Death in the Line of Duty” report was published by the National Institute of Occupational Safety and Health (NIOSH) http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/fire/reports/face200138.html.

The following recommendations were made:

1)       Fire departments should ensure that no one plays the role of victim inside the structure during live-burn training. (NFPA 1403, 2-4.13)

2)       Fire departments should ensure that a certified instructor is in charge of the live-burn training and that a separate safety officer is appointed and has the authority to intervene and control any aspect of the operation. (NFPA 1403, NFPA 1041)

3)       Fire departments should ensure that only one training fire is ignited at a time by a designated ignition officer and that a charged hose line is present while igniting the fire.

4)       Fire departments should ensure that Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) are developed and followed.

5)       Fire departments should ensure that all firefighters participating in live-burn training have achieved a minimum level of basic training. (NFPA 1403, 2-1.2)

6)       Fire departments should ensure that before conducting live-burn training, a pre-burn briefing session is conducted and an evacuation plan and signal are established for all participants.

7)       Fire departments should ensure that fires used for live-burn training are not located in any designated exit paths.

8)       Fire departments should ensure that the fuels used in the live-burn training have known burning characteristics and the structure is inspected for possible environmental hazards. (NFPA 1403, 2-2.10)

9)       States should develop a permitting procedure for live-burn training to be conducted at acquired structures. States should ensure that all requirements of NFPA 1403 have been met before issuing the permit.

As I said, the LODD report does not tell the whole story. See http://chiefreasonart.com/brads-page/.

In the aftermath of Bradley’s tragic death, Assistant Chief Alan Baird III was convicted of criminally negligent homicide. The parents of Bradley Golden filed a lawsuit against the fire department.

On July 17, 2003, “Bradley’s Law” was signed by NY Governor George Pataki. The law makes it illegal for people to pose as victims during live-burn training.

And I will always remember Firefighter Bradley Golden, tragically killed while in the prime of his youth by those sworn to protect him.

TCSS.

Leaving It On The Floor

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FDIC 2010 is “in the books” as they say and what a great time it was.

I started out from home at 5:00 am on Thursday, so that I could get there in plenty of time to see Tiger’s presentation. Unfortunately, I wasn’t properly credentialed, so I was not allowed into the hall until 2:00 pm Thursday afternoon.

However; I was already seeing people that I knew, so time passed very quickly.

I had the opportunity to catch up with Chief Rick Lasky. Rick and I go back to his early days as a lieutenant for Darien-Woodridge Fire Department and at that time, he was also an instructor for our Illinois State Fire Institute. Rick is one of the good guys and a vivid example of why we choose the fire service. He deserves nothing but best wishes and I am honored to know him.

Then, I saw my good friend, whom I credit with rescuing our state’s fire service programs. Dick Jaehne came to us after the sudden death of Jerry Monigold; then the director of our training institute. Through no fault of Jerry’s, our monies for programs were dangerously low. Dick stepped in and now, the Illinois Fire Service Institute is thriving and expanding and is considered one of the top training and research programs in the nation.

I had the distinct honor and pleasure of meeting many “cyber-friends” for the first time. They truly humbled me with their kind words. How is it that you can walk up to people whom you have only known through the Internet, connect in a heart-felt hug and talk like you’ve known each other for years?

Well; it happened right there on the floor at FDIC. And I would have been content if that was all that happened, but it got even better.

Rhett Fleitz (FireCritic) came out and managed to get me onto the floor and back to the FirefighterNetcast booth, where he and John Mitchell (FireDaily) were taping shows for future net casts. I was treated to a steady diet of some of the best bloggers and speakers in the fire service. Check out this list: Justin Schorr-The Happy Medic; Chris Kaiser-Life under the Lights; Tiger Schmittendorf-Run to the Curb; Ron Siarnicki-National Fallen Firefighters Foundation; Chief Billy Goldfeder, Ray Gayk, Fred Simmon; Tim Sendelbach-FireRescue Magazine and the list goes on.

Several of the pictures that you will see were taken by me with Rhett’s camera.

I also got to meet Bill Carey and to spend some time with him. He is a great guy and just a real gentleman. Don’t let his youthful good looks fool you. He is a seasoned veteran in every sense of the word.

Some crusty old jakes made the trip. 1835Wayne and Chiefy54 spent some time with me. Chiefy gave me a challenge coin from the Patriot Guard. It now resides in my jewelry box. It is very special to me to be given such a strikingly beautiful coin and I am touched beyond words by the gesture. Thanks Chiefy. And Wayne; that was a great toast to the brothers that you gave Friday night at “that” bar.

Chris Naum of Command Safety and I got to spend some with him before he did his segment with FirefighterNetcast. What a passionate guy. We have already made plans to meet in Chicago in August.

Perfesser Mike Ward of FossilMedic and FireGeezer fame was there. He always out-dresses me; he in a nice business suit, accented with a splendid scarlet Jerry Garcia silk tie and me in my Leary Foundation T-shirt and Khaki Cargo shorts. I don’t know anyone in the business that is busier than Mike. Check out his article on tea parties and the fire service.

I had the pleasure of meeting Shell. Shell has been a fan and a chat room regular since the very first FirefighterNetcast. She is a joy to be around.

And of course, I got to hang with three, lovely ladies from FireRescue Magazine. Shannon, Janelle and Cindy deserve my thanks for putting up with me. Trust me; the stigma of being seen with me should wear off by next year’s show!

Last, but certainly not least, huge props go out to Dave and his lovely wife Diane, Chris Hebert and Paul Andrews of GoForwardMedia. Thank you for the opportunity and continued support.

I lost my voice, but I found new friends, new energy and affirmation of why I do what I do.

I will close with a product review.

Best beer at Indy this year?What else-Fire Chief Ale from Rock Bottom Restaurant and Brewing Company.

Get some!

TCSS.

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There’s a Map to Street Smart!

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As I listened to Dan and Nick from http://traditionstraining.com/ Thursday night on http://www.firefighternetcast.com/, I thought about the Doobie Brothers song, “Takin’ it to the Streets”, because that is what I took away from the two hour program. Two hours flew by and I think they could have easily done another two hours.

First of all, I have a deep and abiding affection for truckies. Engine and ladder companies are very important to fireground operations, but, in my mind, they are engaged in tasks that involve hydraulic and mechanical aptitudes. Truck companies and truckies are, shall we say, “different”.

It’s like; if engine and ladder companies are the cavalry, then surely truck companies are the foot soldiers, who lead the charge. As Rick Lasky would say, they “get dirty, break things and swear”!

Listening to Dan and Nick, you get a sense that they sat through their share of cookie cutter classes and realized that what might work for one department might not work for another. They offer an “adaptive” approach; customized and individualized for the firefighters in their classes.

And they do it at the street level, where it matters the most.

After I took the top spot in my department, gone were the days of climbing the ladder, punching a hole in the roof or my personal favorite; going interior with the nozzle.

No; I would be relegated to tactics and command, building construction, ICS and other pertinent, officer training classes. The “fun” days were over. It was no longer “doing” but making sure that it got done.

Traditions Training on FirefighterNetcast transported me back to when I was 30 years old once again to forcing doors, conducting room searches and pushing myself to my physical limits.

You could hear the passion when they spoke about training. They were jacked up and it got me jacked up. Anyone who has ever been in a class where the instructor spoke in a monotone and condescending manner like they were on C-Span, know that Dan and Nick are at the opposite end. I don’t know that they have a “different” approach, but it is certainly the RIGHT approach.

By right approach, I mean that they know how to engage their students and by making the training interesting, they keep their students interested. They call it “combat ready”. I like that.

I want to be a firefighter again!

I want to take their class.

I will seek them out at FDIC.

I want to shake their hand and thank them for providing our men and women with life-saving skills and for giving them, you know; street smarts.

And in the finest tradition of the fire service.

Thanks to Dan and Nick for sharing their gift and thanks to John at http://firedaily.com/ and Rhett at http://firecritic.com/ for another great FirefighterNetcast.

TCSS.

Meet Up At FDIC in Indianapolis.

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Time: April 23, 2010 from 8pm to 11pm
Location: Rock Bottom Restaurant & Brewery, Indianapolis
Street: 10 West Washington
City/State: Indianapolis, IN 46204
Website or Map: http://maps.google.com/maps?f…
Event Type: meetup, networking event
Organized By: FireRescue Magazine, FirefighterNation.com & FireEMSBlogs.com

I will be at the FirefighterNation/FireRescue booth #3755 on Thursday, April 22 and Friday, April 23.

I will also be with the FirefighterNetCast Dynamic Duo pestering them.

I have to leave early Saturday morning to get back to play in a firefighter golf tournament.

I would like to meet anyone who has any interest in the stuff that I write. Good or bad.

It will be a great place to put a face with a name or if you listen to FirefighterNetCast; a voice with a face.

I hope to see you there. Let me know and we can make plans.

YOU Matter!

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95% of the time, readers who respond to my blogs offer their opinions and they will agree with what I wrote, disagree with what I wrote or note that it has given them something to think about.

And it is done in a very respectful manner.

It evokes pure joy in me that I can write with enough passion as to incite thoughtful replies from readers.

But, I can also incite that other 5% too.

They aren’t as nice. They aren’t as thoughtful and respectful. In fact, they have confused “opinion” with “insult”. I have to believe that, since they resort to insults, they are incapable of articulating an opinion; at least, on the subject matter of the blog. They have plenty to say about the blogger!

And, I blame that 5% for discouraging the good people from offering their opinions.

I mean; who wants to be the cyber-punching bag for the cyber-bullies?

Can you think of a worse form of suppression? This isn’t an oppressive society where you can be arrested and jailed for your opinions, but you do have to put up with the bullies.

I have been hit hard for a couple of articles that I have written, but I’m still standing and there is a reason for it!

I grew up with the stink of poor on me.

I can still remember the smells.

As a kid, our house was heated with coal. The basement, with its dirt floor, stunk from the raw coal.

The house stunk from the smoke as the coal burned in the furnace. Undoubtedly, my clothes stunk from the smoke, but I didn’t notice.

I only noticed that, when I went to a friend’s house, their house didn’t smell like mine.

I became very intimate with coal. It was my job to fill the stoker that fed the furnace. This had to be done twice a day during the winter or the fire in the furnace would go out. It happened a couple of times and discipline for me was severe.

My other two jobs as a kid was taking out the garbage and feeding our dog. When I was old enough, mowing the lawn was added to my list of chores.

I remember the stink from boiling chicken feathers. Dad would buy chickens and we would help “process” them for our consumption. After the chickens were killed, Mom would dip them in the vat of boiling water so that the feathers would be easier to pluck.

But, it wasn’t as bad of a smell as dressing rabbits and squirrels that Dad shot during their hunting seasons. Oh yes; we ate what he shot and as the other “man” in the house, I had to help clean the game. It was no game!

It was the same deal with fish. We caught them, cleaned them and then ate them. Frog legs, too!

Growing up like I did may have given others their excuse to steal. Not me; because, even though my family had the bare essentials, we also had strong principles instilled into us by our parents.

My life of crime ended when I stole a penny piece of licorice from the Candy Shoppe and Dad took me back into the store and begged the owner to call the police. Vern, the owner, thought it best that Dad should deal me the appropriate punishment. Jail would have been the better option in this case! I don’t believe that his punishment fit my crime. It took three days for my butt to be pain-free.

And that was probably my first encounter with “tough love”, but not the last.

My parents grew up during the Great Depression. They DID have to walk miles to go to school. I never realized how bad they had it until I studied the Great Depression in my high school history class. Mom and Dad didn’t like talking about it, so I knew that it was bad.

My childhood was spent in the 1950s, during the early years of the Cold War. Eisenhower was the President then. Yeah; I’ve been around since Eisenhower. Our son has been around since Jimmy Carter!

I use my upbringing as the basis for the principles and opinions that I possess today. I feel that both principles and opinions, based upon those principles have been a big part of my fabric since I was old enough to know the difference between right and wrong.

I also knew the difference between hard work and a free ride. That one was easy. A free ride didn’t exist in my world.

We were all expected to help with those things that supported the family, like the HUGE garden that we would plant each year. We were required to help water it, keep weeds out of it, pick the vegetables that were ready and help Mom prepare them for canning. I swear that growing up; the only groceries that we had to buy from the store were milk, eggs, meat and bread.

However; I got to enjoy my childhood. I got to play with my friends, go swimming and play baseball, but I learned about priorities at an early age. I was committed early on to principled decision-making. I would never ask to go and play with friends, if Dad was going to the garden. I wasn’t going to let the family down.

Can you see where the spill over from my childhood to my development as a person, as a member of the fire department and now as a blogger?

In my mind, I am a better person for growing up as I did. It gave me mental and physical toughness. It is where I started to develop my critical eye and my critical thinking.

There was no “fairness doctrine” growing up. Dad’s decisions were predicated on what was right, but not necessarily fair. If it was right AND fair, then it must have been pure coincidence.

I learned from my father that you could be poor, but proud. WE knew that we were poor and Dad would have none from anyone who wanted to remind us of it. He would let them know all about pride. End of conversation!

So, to those of you who can relate to something in this blog, please know that you have a kindred spirit.

Stand up and voice your opinions.

YOU matter!

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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

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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.

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/when-the-dream-turns-to

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/2010-will-we-do-it-again

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/becoming-a-trustee-was-my

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/santa-wears-an-scbac

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/take-a-moment-with-paul

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/will-tragic-history-be

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/i-want-to-but-i-cant

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/straight-to-the-point

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/giving-thanks-by-giving-back

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/be-honest-call-it-bureaucratic

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/trading-precious-resources-for

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/could-it-happen-at-your

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/your-cheatin-heart

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/your-cheatin-heartsecond-verse

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/patriotism-or-sensationalism

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/west-virginiahotbed-for-arson

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/unity-surgically-removed-and

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/are-you-nuts

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/the-art-of-blogging

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/where-is-the-outrage

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/just-enough-time-to-diethe

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/lodd-not-so-fast

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/fire-act-time-to-cut-and-run

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/what-is-learned-that-is-not

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/fire-actgovernment-bail-out

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/eol-conferencewhos-going

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/forward-progress-on-reverse

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/new-havennew-hope

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/the-abcs-of-arson

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/ricci-dont-lose-that-number

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/cultivating-a-civilized

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/who-represents-you

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/was-it-smoke-or-a

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/follow-the-yellow-safety-brick

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/so-you-dont-have-the-time

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/brothersisterhood-illusion-or

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/your-back-up-may-be-your

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/the-body-wont-do-what-the-mind

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/chief-youre-fired

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/a-defective-maintenance

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/is-it-complacency-or-lack-of

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/ordering-from-the-risk-menu

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/building-a-risk-assessment

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/can-we-put-risk-out-of

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/union-banning-members-from

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/how-did-we-get-to-this-point

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/the-safety-of-air-ambulances

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/when-a-discussion-reaches

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/what-has-happened-to-our

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/blogging-and-its-dangers

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/lead-and-get-the-lead-out

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/signal-5555-lt-kevin-kelley

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/baptism-by-fire-or-death-by

http://www.firefighternation.com/profiles/blogs/interview-with-chief-mark

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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