I won’t yet talk details, because of info and sensitivities I’m not at liberty to publish, but what I can tell you is that I’ve had lots of interactions with firefighters lately; and I use that term rather than “firemen,” or “fireperson,” because mostly important: it’s perfectly descriptive and doesn’t come with gender baggage to bunch the panties of silly people who’re as ubiquitous, now, as were Dead People in The Sixth Sense.

So there was a big fire. In the aftermath, I’ve had the joy of interacting with a few firefighter groups who came back to the scene of the destruction for self-schooling, lessons, learned, etc. It was a large conflagration, exacerbated by a problem of water supply. Anyways, not to divulge further details before I’m in rights to do so, the point is that these folks are consummate To Serve and Protect professionals, and nobody has any qualms about that.

I was even able to go into my Richard, baiting-for-conversation mode with them: