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Run to the Curb!
What kid doesn't want to be a firefighter? Every time they hear a siren or see a fire engine race by, they run to the curb to see what's going on. I call them "Run to the Curb" type kids.
I was one of those kids and I bet you were one too. It's something you never grow out of --- and many of us chose to grow into it.
"RuntotheCurb.com" is a work-in-progress blog and possible online book project too. Here, I'll share my experiences, my stories and my thoughts on our need to be better story tellers.
And, I want to hear your stories too. You can share your childhood experiences and your connections to the fire service and in doing so, share the brotherhood, history and traditions of the fire service with fellow firefighters --- and those who wish they were.
Check back often as more stories are added and we build this legacy document together.
Run to the curb. Tell your story. Tell your fortune. We can't wait to hear it.
Visit: www.runtothecurb.com
I was one of those kids and I bet you were one too. It's something you never grow out of --- and many of us chose to grow into it.
"RuntotheCurb.com" is a work-in-progress blog and possible online book project too. Here, I'll share my experiences, my stories and my thoughts on our need to be better story tellers.
And, I want to hear your stories too. You can share your childhood experiences and your connections to the fire service and in doing so, share the brotherhood, history and traditions of the fire service with fellow firefighters --- and those who wish they were.
Check back often as more stories are added and we build this legacy document together.
Run to the curb. Tell your story. Tell your fortune. We can't wait to hear it.
Visit: www.runtothecurb.com
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Comment by Tony Leonard,Jr. on December 2, 2009 at 1:17pm
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Some of my earliest memories involve going to the fire hall with my Dad(&Grandfathers to thier's),weather it be Washing the trucks(the rims when i could walk),sweeping the engine room,busing tables during fish fries,hanging out in the club room,even those extended stand-by's for weather or calls(even getting breakfast with the guys a few times),Dad teaching me how to say...American LaFrance!,The old Siren going off for a call feeling the building shake and the lights dim,and hearing nothing but the siren,riding in the truck for a parade,but the best part was(at that time we still did this)was going to the scene in my Dad's car/truck and sitting there with his minitor or in the Chief's truck watching and listening to the call.I just now recall sitting in the front seat of our old ALF Pioneer II with a current chief and v.p. METAL helmets on pretending to go to a call!AN now I see why moving to Broward County was a shock to me.NOT BEING ALLOWED IN THE ENGINE ROOM,let alone on the trucks.But eventually I was allowed to wash &detail the old '48 Dodge Power Wagon Brush Truck(Brush 8)on my 7th birthday.So many memories,so many reasons,no matter where I am,what town,when I hear sirens I still "run to the curb" to see what's coming and wonder where it's going saying "stay safe guys" to myself in quiet prayer,An if there's smoke visable (to me)wishing I could play too.
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Ain't it funny how "Run to the Curb" became "Run to the Fire Hall" when you turned 18?
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Comment by Harold Richard Hair on November 30, 2009 at 4:12pm
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i moved out of my town for a while and the whole time i was i n the new town i ran to the curb when the local dept. went by some people never lose that i guess. lol
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