By Michael Morse They are the best of calls, they are the worst of calls… Just about every firefighter I know would rather enter a fully involved, occupied fertilizer factory without a charged line than deliver a baby. Until, that is, they deliver one. Field deliveries are a bit unnerving, but they can be one […]

  EMS was something that I had to learn if I wanted to be a firefighter. I didn’t embrace it. I went through the motions, memorized rather than learned, and barely passed the exams that were needed to obtain my certification. I took the EMT Basic class with about seventy like-minded individuals, all of us […]

I wrote this shortly after peeling one of our regular Street People off of Broad Street and finding a little flower crushed beneath him… Green tendrils of life push through the cracks in the cement, and reach for the sky, oblivious of the litter and broken glass surrounding it. Somehow it thrives, and avoids being […]

  Another Rhode Island Firefighter ended his life this morning. That makes six this year in the smallest state in the union. Six. Existing in isolation in a station full of people is painful reality for some of us, and the last thing we will do is let anybody know. Could any of these tragedies […]

Some thoughts on overdose and narcan for people not immersed in the opioid so called epidemic because I just passed a billboard advertising narcan at your local pharmacy. The slogan said “Overdose does not mean it’s over.” Addiction is no picnic, I’ve been clean and sober for 19 years next month, and I understand the […]

By Michael Morse