My column that appears in the November issue of Pittsburgh Magazine is available online now for your reading pleasure, this one about my experience doing drills with the men of Munhall Volunteer Fire Co. No. 4.
Available soon will be a slideshow for viewing along with a post giving more thoughts on the the experience, including a few things that didn’t make the column, the things that were going through my head as I sweated to near-death, and how I didn’t realize the chief was the chief. I thought fire chiefs were 60-year-old husky mustachioed gruff men. Not 28-year-old tall, strapping men like Chief Rogers:
A snippet of the column:
I don’t know at what point all of that turned into my body entering its own self-contained furnace, but I didn’t make one cute little face during those three grueling hours, and any thought of appearing adorable disappeared when the last drop of my makeup melted off my face like something out of an Indiana Jones movie.
Chicken-cooking pants are also mentioned.