Memoir musings around the fire, Part 2
Hearing Death’s knock It was a typical paramedic drive day, if that’s possible, on the streets of Birmingham. A call came to us from our station telling us we needed to roll to the scene…
Memoir musings around the fire, Part 1
I’m reminded that travel contains, between the lines of now and then, compressed memories and highlights that remained pinned like banners across life’s parade route. While trading stories around our campfire with newfound nomadic friends,…