Last night at about 1800 hrs, I walked out of the back door of the station, climbed in my ride and drove home. For the first time since 1981, I am no longer a firefighter. Trust me I'm OK with it, though it is a little weird.
Thanks to all of the people that helped make my last day a memorable one. Thanks to the members of my crew for putting up with the farewell tour, the phone calls and the chaos that my last cycle brought. Thanks to the members of my agency for the kind words, hugs, calls and visits during my last few days.
Thanks to my East coast brothers Willie "Iron Firemen" Wines, Rhett "The Fire Critic" Fleitz and Dave "Statter 911" Statter for their calls, kind words and advice.
A special thanks to Capt. Lussen from the R.F.D. for his kind offer, one that only "airplane geeks" like us can appreciate.
And finally, thanks to all of you readers for your kind words, support and your readership. You rock!