#13 - Fire Engines

​Matador, Texas

When I was 6, I got to climb on a fire engine at a station in Manhattan. It was Christmas Eve and snowing. Mom and my 3 siblings had just left Macy's where we were killing time till Dad got off work. We passed the firehouse and heard a tapping on the window. The bored firemen, waved and invited us in for a visit. It's the last time I climbed on a big red truck.

A week ago, Don and I saw this vintage truck at the crossroads of US 70 and TX 70 in Matador, Texas. We were actually studying an odd gas station nearby, created to look like an oil derrick. We headed back towards the car and I thought, "If I were 6, I wouldn't just walk by that fire truck."  So I hopped on for a moment. I may be 60, but I still like fire engines!