Just a quick note to tell everyone about a nice phone call I received this morning. My nephew called me at work to tell me that he saw me riding the quint up his street on the way to a fire call near his house. Of course, I didn't personally get to talk to him since I was on the call. But he called his grandfather to tell him that he saw me.
The fire call was about a mile up the street from his bus stop. He lives in a different fire district but we run up there all the time. I will be calling my nephew later this afternoon when he gets home from school to talk to him. He is only 11 but he can't wait until he is old enough to join my fire company. He will tell you that blue fire trucks are his favorite.
There was very little damage to the store where the fire was located. And it was a chance to learn how to use some of the more specialized tools on the quint. But it really makes me happy to know that he is looking for me whenever he sees blue fire trucks.