Reverend Ref +

I'M HERE TO SAVE THE WORLD . . . . or something like that

So last night I went to the fire department's business meeting at which they took a vote and allowed three new people to join their ranks. The whole business reminded me of the scene in "Ghostbusters" where Ernie Hudson's character, Winston, shows up at the firehouse in a shirt and tie with resume in hand.

"Winston's here about the job."
"Great, you're hired."

So I came out of the meeting with a brand new pair of boots, bunker pants & coat, unattached suspenders, gloves one size too big, a helmet, and a second pair of pants, shirt and different hard hat for brush fires. Oh, plus one nifty-cool and very large duffel bag to carry it all. The right sized gloves will come, and I'm still missing a pager to know when to respond. Yeah, well, hey, it's Sheridan. I figure I can just go out on main street and either jump on a rig as it goes by, or follow in my car. How hard can it be? But still, a pager would be good. They promised that soon.

I spent the day doing laundry, attaching suspenders (hey, it was hard), and figuring out just how to cram all my gear into that spiffy-cool bag. I should've cleaned my helmet, the visor's a little . . . opaque. Oh well, I'll get to it later. Generally speaking, I put some physical effort into all of this.

And in other news . . .

I had a wanderer show up on my porch today. I got him a room and a couple of meals at the local restaurant/motel. And I'm probably taking him to Bozeman tomorrow to catch a bus. I need to be there anyway for a deanery meeting, so it really isn't a big deal.

Finally, The Kid is playing in the pep band. She plays flute. She asked me to come to the game tonight so I could hear her play. After that, I'm taking Mrs. Ref out to dinner for our anniversary. I promise.