My interest in the world of firefighters began rather late in my life, as opposed to other young men. Most guys started with their toy firetrucks. For myself it happened later, not too much later mind you, when I was a cameraman for the local NBC affiliate.
One Sunday morning we received an assignment to join the local fire dept in a training exercise. The firefighters were holding a final session for the new recruits. At the time, I was only about 26 years old. Not too much different in age then the trainees themselves.
We arrived and immediately the PIO ( Public Information Officer ) pulled me aside.
"Are you claustrophobic?" He asked me rather matter-of-factly.
"Ah, no..." I responded almost as a question. What a weird way to start a conversation, I thought.
One Sunday morning we received an assignment to join the local fire dept in a training exercise. The firefighters were holding a final session for the new recruits. At the time, I was only about 26 years old. Not too much different in age then the trainees themselves.
We arrived and immediately the PIO ( Public Information Officer ) pulled me aside.
"Are you claustrophobic?" He asked me rather matter-of-factly.
"Ah, no..." I responded almost as a question. What a weird way to start a conversation, I thought.
