So Sunday I shifted gears from Saturday and went into Fyreman mode. I make it a practice to try to retake the Vehicle extrication class every other year or so, an old colleague puts it on Of mine who has moved out of district but really knows his stuff when it comes to cars and the proper way to tear the SHIT out of them. So what does my wonderful Captain Do but through me into a command position, now don’t get me wrong here I don’t mind running an operation but I LIKE CUTTING UP CARS. So I had to shift Gears again and go from a tactical standpoint to a strategic standpoint and that is where I grind a gear or two….I have to remember not to micro mange and let my people do the stuff they are trained to do, tougher than it sounds. But anyway I had a very motivated group of “Boots” (one of them has had 5 years of fire ground Exp.) to work with and they are a very smart bunch, good teamwork pays off.
Pictures posted tonight
Boot denotes new firefighter also called newbie and probbie
Sitting here listening to Eric Clapton singing "My Fathers Eyes" and reflecting upon the day's gift to us. We truly learned how loved My Father-in Law was, we (the Family) knew what a pillar Steve was and how much we miss him. Everyone who was there said that his life was about right and wrong and doing the right and proper thing. I stepped out into the sun to feel its warmth and it uplifted me (that and the words spoken today). I can never really tell anyone how truly I have been blessed, having two fathers that I loved and will miss till all eternity. This picture is of Mrs. Fyreman and myself. I was looking at a picture today of us on our wedding day and laughed. There were two babies in the picture, Her 18 and myself 19 and I thought WOW how far we have come, and how much farther we will have to go? but with what my Dad and my Father-in -law left me I found I have grown into a stronger person.
Saturday at 1:00 is my Father-in-laws memorial and I am Going to say a few words about him
here they are
My introduction to my Father in law was when my Bride to be Invited me to her house for her 17th birthday I had asked her to be my valentine on the 12th of February and that Saturday was her Birthday……. It was a good time we X-C skied and rode horses and met the In-laws to be…well… it could have gone bad but it went fairly smooth. I have always been a firearm enthusiast, but with Steve or Vince or Vincent as I sometimes called him, it became a refined obsession. He showed me the ins and outs of flintlocks and Mausers and Drillings, Oh My. We would go down to the Barn and shoot small bore, or take long shots at the Saw blade gong If you hit it you would hear it and if you didn't it was always "must have shot through the center of the blade", I would watch him at his forge and ask questions I thought were important, (But more than likely not) and he always had a patient answer. He also renewed my faith with my Savior Jesus Christ. After Sherri and I were married on occasion I would help him in his shop, this one memorable time He and I were bending these pivot hinges for some Forest service docks and I was the Muscle swinging the 8lb sledge hammer and he was working the metal in the swage block he would give the command left or right or then center and I would swing the maul with gusto. He had told me Stop and with the Ringing in my ears I heard TOP and I took another swing just as he put his hand on top of the piece of steel and I smacked his hand with the sledge. Nothing broke and years later we would still joke about the words stop and top. Then came Oregon, Steve could not find enough work in Montana to pay the bills, and his Family always was foremost on his mind, He move back to the farm in Oregon and a paycheck. We ended up following him down several years latter, and never missed shoveling and plowing one ounce of snow.
We would work together again at a Company called Celwave in the Maintenance shop and I strived to reach His level of organization but always just falling short We would hear Steve on a Friday Afternoon “Lets clean up this Mess.” And I would say…. “I have a job going on here” …Steve would say... “Clean up the shop and organize your job”…Me “Alright”, One Morning I was running late and came into the shop to meet Vincent and the shop crew all standing around talking And I see him start to wind up for one of his lectures and I interjected with ”I’m late because I got one of your lectures from My Wife” and everyone busted up laughing. Steve had a Grand sense of humor even as his cancer came on, I had been in the lower Hay field finishing up Baling and I looked up the field to the old Pear tree and there Is Vincent laying on the ground by a hay bale, I stop the baler and start walking over to him, just in time to see him lift his head up and look at a buzzard that was circling over head and Vince Quips “Go on, I ain’t dead yet” and chuckles, you would have had to been there.
So one of my favorite little spots on the Oregon coast is a hole in the wall called Otter Rock, it has a great beach it has a seasonal Mo’s and a Winery there is a little ice cream shop there as well. There are great beaches to comb, north of the Bunch bowl there are small agates and south of the Bowl there are Fossils On a good low tide you can Scurry down the beach from the north to an entrance into the Devils Punch bowl and there is Fair surfing just to the south , It is just a great place to go and chill….so Go!….and CHILL!
Even the pets at out house seem to be more than pets, this is a picture of me and my twin brother Charlie, Charlie is a 20 something Grade John mule (grade means no papers, John means Male and mule denotes Momma was a Horse and Pappa Was a Jack ass) He is a freckle short of 17 hands at the withers, he is big (1 hand =4 ") Mrs Fyreman and I went out tonight and Picked hooves and brushed out winter coats and mud
A Scotsman moves to the USA and attends his first baseball game. The first batter approaches the batters' box, takes a few swings and then hits a double. Everyone is on their feet screaming "Run!!!" The next batter hits a single. The Scotsman listens as the crowd again cheers "RUN!! RUN!!"The Scotsman is enjoying the game and begins screaming with the fans.The fifth batter comes up and four balls go by. The Umpire calls: "Walk."The batter starts his slow trot to first base. The Scot stands up and screams, "Run ye lazy bastard rrrun!" The people around him begin laughing. Embarrassed, the Scot sits back down. A friendly fan notes the man's embarrassment, leans over and explains, "He can't run -- he has to walk because he has four balls."The Scot stands up and screams: "Walk with pride, Laddie!"
Just wanted to let you all know that the New Homeland Security Bill has passed. Things will be different now and Internet surfing as you know it will be tracked by what the FBI calls a "non-intrusive method." The FBI says you will not notice anything different.