It was a check and balance between overly progressive members who want everything ever invented on their new fire truck and the grunts like Willie whose common sense questions aggravate the hell out of the gung-ho crew.
The officers felt him harmless, figuring he would be a reliable vote for whatever “they” wanted—providing he didn’t ask any of the “stupid” questions he was known for.
"What is ironic is that Willie is probably one of the best 'grunt' firefighters in the company. And when allowed to drive the apparatus, he's just as capable as the next person."
Before the Raisin Squad’s morning coffee clutch was banished from local firehouses over this pandemic stuff, one topic of conversation was about playpipes and stacked tips.
What started out as my usual crabby, cranky, and contemptuous outlook on things happening in the fire service has taken a sharp turn into stark reality. The Raisin Squad got banned from the firehouse!
Simple comments at morning coffee can easily erupt into endless days of blabbering and pontificating over subjects some Raisin Squad members know little about nor can remember the following day.
The Raisin Squad bloviates over things we can’t control or stuff that doesn’t make much sense. We’re always reminiscing about the bygone days that will never return. Two topics came up during the last couple mornings that are worth mentioning.
If a department does not consider the space taken up by a split tube reinforcement, the hose may not fit as intended—especially if the bed is “tightly” designed.
What started out as a quiet Monday morning coffee with the Raisin Squad erupted into a week-long donnybrook about pump operators, relief valves, pressure governors, and why young drivers don’t know how to pump the pump anymore.
During morning coffee with the Raisin Squad, a couple of the old geezers who were real active in the 1970s (and most are IN their 70s today) were reminiscing about the good old days and some of the “other than normal” activities of an impromptu group called The Roof Crew.