Tonight, I stopped by My Captain’s firestation to bring him lunch for tomorrow (He’s working a 36 hour shift).  When I got there, he was not…he was on an EMS call.  As usual, it came as he was just sitting down to dinner.  I sat down to wait for him to come back, and had a nice conversation with Lt. Tom.  I love that guy.  He is SUCH a good cook that we swap recipes. (Firehouses are notorious for their awesome cooks.)

Tom and I were discussing the pros and cons of Pastry versus Potato Hash in Egg Pies when My Captain walked in.  His untouched dinner was still on the kitchen table and he was ABOUT to sit down to eat it when….

….the alarm bells went off again.  This time it was a fire.  And by fire, I mean FIRE.

So off he went, barely having time to brush his lips…