Wrapping up what has been a fantastic week with Savannah Fire. Learning Incident Command isn't exactly an action flick, but even when the material is dry I love it. To me it's amazing just to be sharing a classroom with such cool (hot) individuals (y'all KNOW me; you knew it was gonna go there lol). They not only went through the same huge storms I did, but every day of their lives is jumping from one incident to another. And yes, they do rescue cats from trees, even though it ISN'T actually required. And they administer oxygen to dogs and it's the CUTEST.
Apparently Savannah has one of the highest-ranked Fire Departments in the country, I learned this week and the interwebs confirm. It's not a big city, but this makes sense to me. These days most fires in my orbit are of the huge wildland variety, nothing like a structural fire. But to this town, to my wonderful, wonderful Savannah...here, a structure is so much MORE than just a building. The buildings here breath. They've inhaled the past and they exhale the stories. They aren't always pretty--this city is finally coming to grips with the darker parts of her history but the past still haunts. Slavery happened. It's the reason those breathing mansions even exist in Savannah. But I digress.
Idk. Ever since I accidently started a teensy forest fire as a child (true story. #OnlyYou, says the park ranger) I've always been fascinated by fire and the people who spend their lives knowing it so well. Probably also because my dad is a total pyro. But Dad doesn't just love burning things, he loves FIRE. And I guess it spread. 🔥
. (P.S. my father is not an arsonist. He burns things he has permission to burn. And one time the old Lazy Boy, but don't tell Mom. 😘)