The weather has warmed up again, so I am not likely to need the fireplace for a bit longer, but it is ready. I do believe that I will pick up the makings for s’mores the next time I go grocery shopping, as well as the rest of the ingredients I need to make a recipe I found in Southern Living for a rocky road cake baked in the crockpot. I think that would be an excellent, and easy, contribution to our next singles potluck. I will need to test-drive the recipe first.
I know I’ve mentioned the art installation at the fire station which I pass on my way to church. I don’t know how many times I drove by before I noticed it.
Here is a close-up. I was standing maybe two yards away.
And here is the plaque. Click to embiggen.
The tower has one word on each window: Duty
Vigilance
Honor
Courage
We do not pay them anywhere near what they are worth. We couldn’t; they are priceless.
2 comments:
Nice to know that someone else thinks Alan Rickman is hot! Loved him so much in Quigley Down Under.
Beautiful.
When we lived in NH, the housing market was skyrocketing and the firemen were being paid almost minimum wage. One of the town councilmen, when told that was unacceptable, told the paper, "I don't see anyone calling me and telling me to raise their taxes to give you a raise."
I promptly looked up his phone number, called him, identified myself, my phone number, and my address in town, and demanded, "Raise my taxes and give those men the living wage they deserve." So there.
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