When I visited the cemetery today, I heard sirens screaming as Rising Sun was headed to a call somewhere and going through the light in town. I smiled to think that John was buried in a cemetery where you could hear the sirens. He’d like that.
John could ID the apparatus by the sound of the siren. I always thought that was cool. It’s a talent that I never picked up on.
John could also usually tell you what was burning from the smell of the smoke. I thought that was cool, too.
John taught me a little about firefighting. I was always interested in listening and loved to hear him talk about his passion, but I’ve never been a firefighter, so there are a lot of things that I just don’t understand. I can tell Nathaniel that fire trucks are red (sorry AFD, John was always partial to red). Tractors are green. Pierce was his favorite fire truck manufacturer. 861 (Truck 8 ) was his favorite!
Rainbows & Mourning Doves 