Oct 232011
 

I take pictures of fire trucks and other fire “stuff” when I’m traveling. It’s what I do. I get excited when I hear a siren or see a fire engine when we’re out and about. This year was no different.

Before I even got into Manhattan, my swiftly moving taxi sped by this FDNY Haz-mat truck.

FDNY represent!

On our way to FDNY Zone, we actually ran into a real fire truck.

FDNY October 2011

FDNY October 2011

There was a firefighter sitting in the truck, taking notes on something. He kind of looked at me like I was somewhat insane. I didn’t feel like explaining that I was a fire wife, taking pictures for the husband she left at home. He probably knew that anyway.

I always love visiting the FDNY Zone for the gear…

FDNY October 2011

For the badges…

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(Some Canadian ones in honor of my friends this year.)
For the fire truck photos.

I'm on a fire truck!

Later in the day, we were bopping through Times Square when I saw one of the stands selling “antique” signs.

FDNY October 2011

Of course, I ended my trip with some fire trucks and ambulances that weren’t FDNY but were Baltimore Washington International personnel responding to the Southwest airplane and jet fuel truck accident. Yes, that was the plane I was supposed to board.

What you don't want to see on the Tarmac:

Lastly, a Columbus firefighter responded to a lady and her seizure dog as we were waiting to board our delayed flight.

I’m not usually surprised when I have firefighter related experiences when I travel, considering I actively seek some out, but this was a firefighter heavy trip. That’s for certain!


[* = Post title from one of LittleBrother's favorite DVDs. The song will get stuck in your head forever. You are welcome.]

Raising My Hand

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Oct 192011
 

I love the lights.

BlogHer '10

And the sounds.

BlogHer '10

And the possibilities.

BlogHer '10

Tomorrow I’ll land in NYC for BlogHer Writers ’11. I don’t know what I’ll learn, who I will meet or what I’ll eat (which, let’s face it, the food is important). But I do know that I’ll raise my hand. I do know that just going is stepping out of the box, another step in following through with the dream that I’ve let sit on the shelf and get dusty.

This is it. Now is the time.