I feel like taking a swim in a pool that I once enjoyed. I often wonder if it's been filled in with dirt as of yet.
Okay, so I have this to say about living so close to the fire department: it sucks. Really, the only time it would be of any use is if there was a fire in the building I lived in. Aside from that, there's really not much point. Every day about five times a day, the fire engine is rolling by with lights and sirens blazing. You know what the best part about this is? There's usually no fire!
Our fire department sends out two trucks, minimum, for every single car crash there is. Even if it's just a little bumper bang, once 911 is called the firetrucks head out. Now, I try to understand this. For the most part, should a car be in an accident that would warrant a fire truck to be there, I can understand sending a couple. But the other day, some idiot crashed into and took out a sign marking the entrance to a fast food joint. As I drove by, I thought the building had begun going up into flames. Around the building were 2 fire trucks, four police vehicles, an ambulance, and three privately owned vehicles with lights designating that they were "fire police."
I wonder often how much of our tax money is wasted on fuel bills for these things?
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