Monday, March 31, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
In 1913 it was legal to mail children. With stamps attached to their clothing, children rode trains to their destinations, accompanied by letter carriers. One newspaper reported it cost fifty-three cents for parents to mail their daughter to her grandparents for a family visit. As news stories and photos popped up around the country, it didn't take long to get a law on the books making it illegal to send children through the mail.
Don't let the door hit you on the way out asshole!!
His lawyer, Ed Ferszt, told 7 News Denver:
Of course he was thankful because those divers did have a major role to play in saving his life that day. That doesn't negate the fact that a mistake may have been made. I can understand why there's a lot of furor over people thinking that he's biting the hand that feeds. Does that mean that officers of North Metro Fire are above reproach?”
“Well, well let's talk for a second about the divers. If divers went into the water in an attempt to locate Roy and they didn't see him there, as dangerous a job that it is -- and we are thankful for first responders, that was a mistake. And the legal term for that mistake is negligence," Ferszt added.
So, why is Ortiz suing?
UPI reported Ortiz as saying:
Well, I'm happy. I'm really happy to be alive...But I'm looking for some help with my bills. I don't have the money to pay.”
This busts my ass! Firefighters put their life on the line and this is how you repay them?
Also if you are not a legal US citizen you do not have rights in this country. With that said, you should not have the right to sue, PERIOD! Deport his sorry butthurt ass back to which ever country he came from...
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
This busts my ass everytime! If you didn't earn it don't wear it. Its a disgrace and all you do is make yourself look like an asshole and it shows disrespect to the men and women that have served and continue to serve this great country.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I've been asked several times what runs in the blood. Simple, firefighting. I am a 4th generation volunteer firefighter on my dad's side and probably atleast that on my mom's side. I grew up around the fire station since I could remember. So I had a pretty interesting childhood and an early love for the smell of smoke, rolling hoses and washing trucks. Out of all my friends I had the only dad that was a firefighter. So it was only natural that I followed my dad. I joined the fire department and rescue squad at 18 and ran with the same department for 6 years. I moved away for 3 and missed it everyday. Something was missing, the feel of helping others at their time of need, the brotherhood, the rush when the pager went off and the feel and sound of the truck when it was put in gear. My friends all thought I was nuts. In 6 years I saw alot that some people just can't comprehend or would be able to take seeing. I'll admit I saw some awful things and I still have demons that haunt me from time to time, but that's the nature of the beast. Not everyone can do the job. You just gotta keep going.
So after moving back I rejoined a fire department that my brother-in-law once served on and my father-in-law was on for 30 plus years. Unfortunately I was never able to serve with him as he passed away a few years ago. We would always exchange stories on calls we went on. My wife also grew up around the fire station.
So once again my life feels complete.
Late 30's pumper./\
On nozzle bout ready to make entry.
On nozzle bout ready to make entry
Made entry and making way upstairs.
Just got out of the fire and needing my tank changed.
I took this from a US military fire dept. that had this on the side of their pumper.
2009 We mutual aided with a neighboring department for this barn fire.
Assessing a MVA at 2 in the mornin.
Decided we had to take the roof off to get the victim out.
Using the cutters to get the roof off.
Finally got the roof off and patient out and handed off to the chopper.
This ended up being my buddies truck, my buddy wasn't driving, but I knew who the driver was.