I spent some time in Lowell last night waiting for Jean’s dress fitting. It had been some times since I’ve spent any time in Lowell and to be honest I miss the grit. Working for the municpal EMS was probably one of the most rewarding jobs I’ve had outside of my time on the Seneca.
I really enjoyed driving around waiting for an emergency, which sounds a bit weird, but it’s true. Nothing would please me more that to walk into a chaotic scene and take control, providing order and a solution. I loved being the person that people looked to and I loved being able to help people that otherwise couldn’t help themselves. I guess there’s also the component of being able to help me classify my status…if I was helping these people, the indigent and needy, then I COULDN’T be one of them.
Of course, for all the things I loved about that job there were plenty of things I didn’t. The pay…it was horrible, even for the mid 90’s. The hours weren’t great either, and there is that whole “people dying” thing to get over…but I really dug the challenge.
There is nothing like resuscitating someone. I’m not a particularly religious person, but it was like God coming through my hands. “Not Today,” I would repeat in my mind, and sometimes, inadvertantly, out loud.
Anyhoo…this was about Lowell, so where was I? Oh yes, last night I took some decent photos of the particular area I was in. Here they are…
Ok…having problems uploading the photos…so I’ll put them in later tonight when I’m on a decent PC.