![]() FEATURED BOOKS |
Fire trucks are always a head-turning event, knowing that but for the grace of God there go we. I woke one night to the faint smell of smoke in the house and could not for the life of me figure out what it was-so I called the local fire department and asked them to send someone out to help locate whatever it might be. All I can say is, the firemen must have been bored that night! I heard a knock on the door and opened to see three full size fire trucks, the chief's car and a rescue ambulance. In the end, it turned out to be a smouldering light fixture with a "flourescent" bulb replacement for a normal 75-watt light. I'm told these watt-saving bulbs are often the cause of such alarm, as is the dust that gathers in home dryer vents. Forewarned is forearmed. My all-time favorite firehouse story, though, happened when my young son stuck his finger in the hole of the seatbelt in our station wagon and got it stuck. I pulled over and tried to help him extract the finger, but it was swelling and would not dislodge. After several frantic moments we made our way to the local firehouse where 6 full grown men climbed in the back of the station wagon and, using an industrial lubricant, were finally able to get the finger out of the hole - but not before some serious discussion about how to cut a steel seatbelt plate and not damage a little finger. An embarassing event to this day for my son, but what are firemen for? Thanks, fellas. ![]() for Counted Cross Stitch
|
![]() |
||