Today was a beautiful fall day in Calgary. Bright sunshine, no clouds in the sky. Not a day anybody wants to spend inside. So I couldn’t blame the fine men and women of the Calgary Fire Department for bringing their trucks and equipment to the park across the street for a little fun with a football and a frisbee.
I was mowing the lawn then they pulled up–a support vehicle, a rescue truck, and a pumper. The firefighters piled out of the trucks, wearing T-shirts and shorts. After adjusting the radio to blare out over a truck’s PA system (just in case), the game was on. With lots of shouting (“Good one, Cap!” “Aw, too bad, Frank!”), and plenty of laughter, the firefighters played their game. Every now and then, I could hear the dispatcher on the amplified radio: “Pumper 36, please respond…” And the firefighters would pause just for a moment before making sure the call wasn’t for them, then return to their games. They were still on the job and I had no doubt that if they were asked to respond to a call, that they would have done so immediately. But no calls were for them, and they continued to play.
I guess they were there about an hour or so before they packed up the football and the frisbee, and went on their way. But for a little while, the firefighters got the chance to play in the park on a nice fall day. Kind of nice to see.
Maybe mundane and pointless, but I had to share.