The Log Book
Some friends of mine can’t even believe that I showed them “The Log Book” — let alone posted it on the Internet for everyone to see… and laugh at.
But I’m not that kind of guy. I think it’s pretty funny. Besides, I’m always warning people not to take me too seriously, because I certainly don’t.
And just in case I forget that I’m not really as important as I might try to sound or portray myself — I have “The Log Book” to remind me that I was just an over-zealous, adrenaline fueled, deer-in-the-headlights, not-a-care-in-the-world teenager when I first joined the fire service.
It’s almost thirty years later and I still hold tightly to some of those same endearing youthful qualities. I have “The Log Book” to thank for that.
I re-discovered it just a few years ago after I must have tossed it in with some other keepsakes my mother kept in a box for me.
It has allowed me to re-discover what I love about this job: the people, the places and the pride that brings us all together. I hope you enjoy reading “The Log Book” as much as I do.