Last Sunday I went to visit my father at Station 7 in order to do some work on their computers and to hopefully ride along when my father had to go out on any calls. I feel somewhat conflicted about this, because it is fun to have the chance to ride in the engine and blow the horn (I am so five years old about that) but I'd also feel a little peculiar intruding upon some of the most profound moments of people's lives simply for the sake of an experience. Your home and all of your possessions going up in smoke is emotional enough, but if it were a call where someone was requiring CPR or other major first aid, I would feel bad for the family or friends that would likely be standing around. A spectator at that moment would just be an affront to their loss and pain.
I had decided that I would ride along, but likey remain in the engine unless their was a fire or other similar even where I wouldn't be such a tragedy tourist, but I ended up not even having that option because while I waas there my father had exactly zero calls. This is a good thing really. I've grown up speaking to my father on the phone or visiting for holiday dinners when he has to be on duty, and then having him suddenly leave and not know what sort of situation he was leaving for- a fire, a violent crime, maybe just an elderly person who couldn't ge out of their chair (which happened Sunday before I arrived.)
There certainly would have been some calls when he was at Station 6 or back at Station 4 where some of the officers have seen people with warrants out for them walking by the station as the guys eat dinner inside. An aside-- if you have multiple warrants out for your address, you might want to lay a little low, rather than walking by a police station where 6 or so PSOs can come directly outside and arrest your sorry self.
Friday, November 03, 2006
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