The College Township Fire Department just sped past, sirens blaring. It was surprising enough to make me stop what I was doing and go to the window, so I could watch it continue down the road. I even wondered where it ended up.
Back in Rockville, there were sirens outside the window at least weekly, often more frequently (we lived down the street from the firehouse then, just as we do now). Most of the time, I didn't even think twice about it.
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