Craig Matthews

OK I will tell a firefighter story.
We were dispatched to a domestic violence, chest pain. Something in the run card about sausage. I know, I know, weird. We get on scene to find a middleaged male ( approx 300 plus lbs ) complaining of chest pain, so he gets a ride to the hospital because of that.

We find out that what happened was he was having a sausage dinner with his girlfriend and they had been drinking too much. Well, she was kind of frisky ( I think everyone knows what I mean by frisky because of all the children the class of 79 has had, way too much frisky guys ). Anyway, he was not able to perform because of his insobriety and she was really mad. So she threw some sausage at him
( hence domestic violence ).

Well, by this time he was almost passed out and we were lifting him onto the gurny when he upchucked all over and I mean ALL OVER the guy on his legs, I was behind him. So now I'm holding a 300 lb guy passed out by myself. The police are in the kitchen laughing and everyone else there is outside sympathy puking. I'm trying to get the guy on the gurny by myself, but it keeps rolling away from me everytime I try because no one was there to hold it. Finally, I get him on just enough so he won't fall. The smell was horrible. The whole scene just continued on, you can ask me more about it at the reunion if you want, it involves POO. Sounds cool huh!!! Nothing like a good vomit story.

I never dread going to work. I absolutely love my job. Sometimes it's very difficult especially when child abuse is involved, but all in all it is a great job. It is fun to help people.

Neil Skousen you can probably help this man sue me now because I've just violated every HIPPA Law there is. You'll just have to find him.

Paul Francom and I were hanging around main hall. One of the clubs were selling cookies on a stick and had made crate paper advertisements with a simulated stick anouncing the price $1.00 for each cookie.

About 10 guys were hanging around and one had ripped off one of the simulated sticks and had tapped it over their zipper on their pants. They had crossed out the cost several times and it was down to 10 cents.

I had 2 nickels in my pocket and had convinced a girl (can't remember who it was) to give them to the guy with the 10 cent "little thingy" hanging off his pants. She did it with the most confusing look on her face. The guys were so shocked at first they just couldn't believe it. When she realized what I had done to her, she chased me around the school 2 times. Alomst caught me becasue I was laughing so hard.

I'm sure I'll get mine someday, I just haven't yet.