I gathered the shift together to tell them we would soon hear a single tone out over the house radio to mark his passing. I didn’t even get finished telling them before it began to sound a long, long, mournful tone. He was gone.
Originally written on the plane, headed NorthWest out of Orlando. This morning as I plodded through the aftermath of 9/11 in the Orlando Airport TSA line, the leather helmet in my arms attracted the attention of the woman behind me. “Oh, you’re a fireman.”, she said. And she […]