After being on the Boston Fire Department since 1980 my dads retirement party @ Florian Hall is tonight. I couldn't be prouder of my father. Being a firefighters kid, you learn to block out what your dad does when he goes to work so you're not afraid. You knew its not the typical 9-5 job that most of your friends dads have, its way cooler. You know you'll always have the cool stuff to bring in for show & tell like the boots or jacket. You get to ride around the block on the fire truck at the christmas parties with the siren on and it's so fun. [except the one time I was the xmas elf and froze my bum off riding on the truck with Santa]. You knew when you got in trouble to check his work calendar to see if his group is on, and if they were you get a few days without punishment till he gets home. Unless of course you are in deep shit and your mom makes you call the firehouse & tell him what you did- THEN you know you were gonna get it. The five us of have worn hats, t shirts, sweatshirts, pins- anything and everything BFD. The sense of pride in the way we get to brag that our dad is a Boston firefighter is unexplainable. There's no greater feeling that pointing out your dad and saying.."see that firefighter there? that badass is my dad!"
Firechief- we are so proud of you...and it's okay you still think LOL means lots of love b/c thats what the other guys at the firehouse said. We can't wait to celebrate tonight.
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