Thunder and Lightning begins at Part One HERE.
Part Six
I opened the door and stepped into the station. The smell was totally different. What was this all about? One of the things that made me feel at home there was the smell of diesel fuel, rubber tires and smoky turnout gear. That “firehouse” smell was the same the world over…but it was missing now. At this point, I knew something most certainly was amiss. The old station, nearly 100 years old was now looking brand new and wait…..the truck..that was most definitely NOT my fire truck. Someone had taken my 2004 Pierce and replaced it with an antique! OOO nice restoration job on that old pumper! I was starting to get really confused at this point. I was pretty sure I was alive and awake. I could pinch myself and it hurt. If this was a dream, then it was a dandy!
I moved on into the apparatus bay to get a closer look at the old truck when I noticed several other people in there. They were all dressed in class A dress just like the guy I saw leaving a minute ago. Okay, I’ve been on the receiving end of enough fire house jokes in my time, and I’ve certainly been party to enough…but this one was waaaay beyond anything I could imagine.
At that moment, one of the firemen walked over to me and said, “ The ceremony will be starting at half past the hour, you are welcome to go up to the meeting room upstairs and wait. We have some refreshments set out”.
Read Part Seven HERE.
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