Last night, I had my anthropology class at the college. I dropped my son off at the YMCA at 5:30 PM and headed over. I knew there were some storms rolling in, but didn’t think it would be that bad. It started raining horribly at around 8:00 PM. My station got dispatched to a building fire which actually turned out to be nothing, so they were eventually recalled.
I left school at 9:40 PM. At around 10:00 PM, I got in the house, kissed my wife and opened up my laptop to start going over some notes. Well, my pager went off; our second call for the day. We had to take our rescue truck over to Friendship Hook & Ladder and stand-by at their station with two other company apparatus because of an incredible hay bail fire that they were tied up on.
After we got over to Boyertown and settled in their station, another call went out. This time, our tanker was called to respond to the fire ground to join the other tankers for water supply with another tanker from a neighboring township. That was call number three; the hat trick.
Boyertown’s first truck, Rescue 15, got back to the station at about 2:40 AM followed by Ladder 15 and Engine 15. I didn’t get home until 3:00 AM. Thank God I had the next day off.