Once again the tragic news of firefighters killed. Two more deaths in Chicago, the city where I grew up. The firehouse where I got my firemanship merit badge in 1957 is still in use today. It was old then, a horse barn converted to house gas rigs years before that. I left Chicago years ago, but I still feel an attachment and a great sadness for the loss. I remember the firemen sitting on chairs on both sides of the apparatus door and peeking a look inside when I walked by. Those guys responded… Continue