Saturday, October 9, 2010

The Hydrant Inspector

The following photos are from Ann T. Hathaway Archive's extensive collection of Fire Hydrant Studies. A limited edition print can be yours for the modest sum of one thousand dollars. Kick in an extra hundred and it will arrive at your home, matted and framed in either Rustic, Silver, or Golden splendor (specify, please).


These photos are accompanied by trivia about fire hydrants. So that you know more than not to park next to one. For instance, some of them are made on very high stacks for rising above snowdrifts. I forget where I read this--a Japanese site. Others take advantage of lake water instead of municipal pipes.


In the United States, the American Water Works Association (AWWA) and the National Fire Protection Association (NFPA) both promulgate standards on fire hydrants and inspection regimens. Since 1881, the AWWA has concerned itself with all kinds of water management and water quality, including safe drinking water and safe sewer disposal. The NFPA promulgates safety standards for buildings, especially electrical codes and sprinkler codes for buildings, the use of smoke alarms, and other fire-fighting standards.

This is where engineers, scientists, fire-fighters and city managers get together to transform science and safety into law. In short, they are also lobbyists on the national, state, and local level. Their lobbying efforts are based on factual information and definite preferences for safety. All official standards are available to the public for a relatively modest price. Organizations like these stretch from government to private industry. They are part of the good foundation for an advanced economy.


There are also world-wide standard promulgated for fire hydrants, published by the International Standards Organization (ISO), based in Europe. Another world-wide standard comes from the American Society of Tool and Manufacturing Engineers (ASTM), "an open forum for the development of high-quality, market-relevant international standards used around the globe."


The reason the ASTM standard is international is because the U.S. still has much clout world-wide, based upon our manufacturing and research reputation. Many businesses around the world use ASTM or ISO standards in airline repair, tool design, shipping standards, and, apparently, fire protection. International corporations implement ISO pretty stringently--it cuts their costs because it's standard and helps them with insurance costs.  ISO and/or ASTM is a voluntary program, frequently  enforced by the insurance industry or by treaty around the world. It is one reason why it is safe to travel internationally, or that a container coming from Brazil has similar specs as one coming from India. That a fire-fighting crew in Manila, for an international factory, has similar tools and specs to work with, even if they were born in France.

I don't say it always works out in practice, however. Because:


Smaller corporations find it very hard/expensive to get into compliance with international standards. Cities also are generally not in full ISO compliance. It's part of the 'aging infrastructure' challenge. On the good side, the standards are there to work towards. It's harder to make a 'mistaken' investment if the standard is there.


Most city laws don't specify a standard. They say something like: "The department shall adopt rules and regulations that it determines are reasonably consistent with generally recognized fire protection standards, governing conditions relating to the prevention of fire or for the protection of life and property against fire" and leave the specs to the experts. It also frees the pols up to meddle in other affairs. But no, they wouldn't do that.


For historical preservation districts, there are 'retro-looking' but modern-standard hydrants, as shown HERE. There are also communities that paint their hydrants to look like little people, or a face, or whatever seems to strike their fancy. This latter whimsy might be cute, but it's not exactly helpful for a fire.


Historical preservation or whimsy aside, hydrant colors should actually Mean things. From Wikipedia:
In the United States, the AWWA and NFPA recommend hydrants be colored chrome yellow for rapid identification apart from the bonnet and nozzle caps which should be coded according to their available flow. Class AA hydrants (>1500gpm) should have their nozzle caps and bonnet colored light blue, Class A hydrants (1000-1499gpm), green, Class B hydrants (500-999gpm), orange, and Class C hydrants (0-499gpm), red. This aids arriving firefighters in determining how much water is available and whether to call for additional resources, or locate another hydrant. Other codings can be and frequently are used, some of greater complexity, incorporating pressure information, others more simplistic.
Ann T. Hathaway, Volunteer Hydrant Inspector, has determined that HotWinds is not in full compliance. But she called in an expert to be sure, all the way from New York City. His resume is impressive:

Friday, October 8, 2010

Red Lights, Blue Streaks

This picture looks like a Boring Post Card, possibly showing you the Excellent Modern Facilities of some Health Complex you Wouldn't Be Found Dead in. 

No, it's just an office building, a mere two seconds after averted disaster!

Sirens screamed! The ambulance buzzed and honked! Tires squealed! and a distinct "Holy Shit" came out of the mouth of  the pedestrian to my right.

A cab (not pictured) decided to cross an intersection in front of an oncoming ambulance. Only the fine reflexes of the ambulance driver and the routine care of emergency vehicle brakes prohibited
a. the second emergency and
b. that chance for a photo opportunity that would have driven my point home. Gotten me a job at CNN, too, no doubt, covering gang wars and the home improvement projects of serial killers.

I hear that at some agencies, conversation inside the vehicles are recorded. The imaginary agency I work for would have fired me already for the blue streak coming out of my mouth. There is a word beginning with 'f' that has lost, as far as I'm concerned, all sexual connotation whatever. It just means, idiot. The cab driver was an idioting idiot.

Drivers-pedestrians-bicyclists: Please pay attention to those emergency vehicles! In your own quiet way, you help save somebody's life.

And a hat tip to all those safe drivers in big red trucks and box-like ambulances!
Bonus points for remembering that son of a goat-haired step-child recording in the cab of your vehicle.
And may these pecan-brained mastodons shove it up their violin! Idioting idioters, every one!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Moths to the Flame: The Rubbernecker Follies



If you have been following my Fire Week Special, by now you have figured out that I am a rubbernecker.
I am not the kind of rubbernecker that likes to cause trouble though.
I bet you've heard that before.


Three vehicles from the local fire station are in front of Big Green Bar. I am just taking a walk, not expecting to turn a corner and run into such excitement.

I take a picture of the lights on the fire truck, even though it's pitch dark. Like a bug to a zapper, I drift closer. But I stand, out of the way. Two women are watching next to me, from across the tiny cross street. One of the paramedics is setting up a stretcher covered with clean white cotton cloth. He's not rushing, so, good. Not anything horrible.

"What happened?" I ask. The young women shrug.
"Somebody called an ambulance."
"Right," I nod. "And they went into Big Green Bar."
"Yup."
They stare at the empty stretcher, eating yogurt with Gummy Bears in it.  I am reminded of a newspaper photo I once saw of a grisly crime scene where spectators had Slurpees. So I cross the street to get farther away, and go to the grocery store. How about that? Told you: I'm the kind of rubbernecker you want.

But the excitement's still there when I get out! And here's your proof! Damn I love the lights!


Thankfully, the paramedics and firefighters have it under control. But it's an arena, for sure . . .  packed with an audience of people who just wanted to go back in and drink. Maybe they got to scream or found a conversational gambit in it. It is a pick-up bar, after all.

I am glad you professionals knew what to do. I went home, secure in the knowledge it was my best contribution.

I'm sure you wondered why I took photos of your vehicles in the pitch black night. Just another mental case out on the street with enough money for a camera. What is the world coming to?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Fire Safety: The High-Rise Priority

So, after reading about the ship, yesterday:
When you work in a skyscraper, or stay in a hotel, or live in an apartment building, do you ever think what systems are supporting your safety in the event of a fire?

Big Buildings, Big Projects
As a Condo Board Member, I am supposed to think about it. We have to replace our fire safety system in a couple of years, for which funds must be available. We also have regular tests and checks of that system, for which the Condominium Association contracts experts. Various consultants check our boilers; our heating systems; our fire safety system; our emergency generator. 

This past summer, we bid out and endured a fire-stopping project in the garage. We were grandfathered by the Code, but does that count? The City Inspector thought not. The Board found (as immediately as a Board can--three days) that it didn't wish to argue with that. It was not in our Association's best interest to defer a safety measure or invoke our venerable status. The project took two months and tens of thousands of dollars. Many residents with cars were inconvenienced. When it was done, we gained a safer place to live.


Big Projects, Bad Follow-Through
A few years ago, we added a fire extinguishers to the roof deck when we added the three new (electric) grills. That next week, we had flames shooting six feet up, too close to the elevator tower. The old fire extinguisher didn't work. Fortunately, two guests happened to work in fire service. Lucky for everyone but them.

Oh, there was hell to pay on that one for the Zombies in the Management Office. No replacement grease pans. One new extinguisher; Two old fire extinguishers unchecked.  FAIL.

That next week, Condo Board members electronically passed 303 grease-mails through the medium of the Internet. Eventually we bought a grease-only, fire-safe (to all, including California standards) trash can. We also ordered three hundred grease pans so that they would be immediately, easily replaced. And got the fire extinguishers inspected. I figure about 263 of those grease-mails were not required, but we all wanted to kick ass, and that was how we did it.  That condo manager left the next month or so, and we got the new Zombie Boss we have now.


Regular Maintenance
Twice a year, our Building Engineers replace a/c filters, check for dripping faucets, how much carpet is down on the floor (noise control) and--for working smoke alarms. We do not allow battery-operated ones to suffice in our building. Each unit must be hooked up to constant electricity. If they don't work, then the next week they are changed out and the Owner charged for the maintenance.

Every floor has a set of fire extinguishers. We pay a firm to check them and replace them on time.

Sometimes other stuff relates to fire safety: a banister falling off the wall in the stairwell. That's not just a stairwell, it's the emergency exit. More, the phone and cable boxes are also in these stairwells. They need to stay locked, so that the box lid doesn't raise up and impede progress in the event of an incident. The Board also had them put safety strips back on the steps in both stairwells, after a two-year absence. 

So, how do you find the way out of your office? Do you know what the fire alarm sounds like? How about at your hotel? Where's the nearest stairs? 

Scary and Careless
Somebody threw a gas can down our trash chute. The fire department inspectors came for that, to determine if it was attempted arson. We had to pay for trash chute cleaning after that stupid move, over a thousand bucks of Association money.

Somebody sprayed fire extinguisher in a stairwell for a prank. That screwed up a fire extinguisher and an emergency exit. It also cost money.


The point of this article is that all building systems are still dependent on human compliance. 
We have to get them in place correctly. We have to update them and inspect them. We have to pay for experts and take their advice. Last of all, even the best systems can be taken down by one full grease pan, one prankster, or one idiot's gas can in the wrong place.

So individual safety is based on good systems and a good emergency response.
What is your personal emergency preparation?

Emergency Safety Committee-An Active Minority
Currently, we have a volunteer Emergency Safety Committee trying to figure out some safe evacuation plans for our building. There's a lot of frail people, and one guy in a wheelchair. The guy in the wheelchair has a lot more together on this than the frail people do.

Some of the committee members, like its chairman, have a lot of experience in emergencies. Other have volunteered to run a floor, or get a frail person out.

But it's a work in progress. For instance, no one wants to practice a fire drill. They want to kick back when they're home, and watch television, cook dinner, stay in their shower. We elected officials are weenies on this point. The consent of the governed and all that.

For each of us at home: we need to think about our safety. Because a Condominium Association has multiple owners, we contract some of this out or enforce it with Staff. And yet in the end it still comes down to this: we have to think about how we get out of our own door safely. We each have to have a plan.

The U.S. Fire Administration, a part of the Department of Homeland Security, has a portal page with everything you need to know about Escape Plans, Fire Extinguishers, Smoke Alarms, Rooms of the House, and Flaming Stuff such as Cigarette, Candle, and Cooking Safety.  It also has special instructions for High-Rises, Mobile Homes, Rural Areas, and so forth. It's a good place to start.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Shipboard Fire, September 1949

S.S. Noronic at Toronto ca. 1930 City of Toron...Image via Wikipedia
For National Fire Prevention Week:

My grandfather was a little older than the "Greatest Generation." He was an engineer, and so worked steadily and hard through the Depression. During World War II, likewise, he was involved in the industrial might of the War Effort, and worked long hours. In the meantime, my grandmother--a notable clubwoman and mother--ran the household.

By 1949, they decided the children were old enough to stay with  family for a week. They booked passage on a cruise, drove to Cleveland, Ohio, and boarded "The Queen of the Lakes" on September 15, 1949.  The ship, built in 1916, was a gorgeous luxury packet, with wood wainscoting and all the amenities. It could hold as many as 600 passengers. For this cruise, 524 had signed up.

The S.S. Noronic would usually cruise Lake Ontario, spend a couple of nights in Toronto's harbor (as shown above). The ship was grand, with a band and 171 crew--fabulous! From there, people would enjoy the night life and (package theatre or nightclub deal, for instance) included with the trip. My grandparents went out drinking and dancing, returning quite well-lit I'm sure from the evening of September 17th. Unlike many of the shipboard passengers, they did not bring guests back with them. But a great many passengers did.

Despite the late hour and possible Scotch-and-water overload, my grandfather, for some reason, could not sleep. He heard a clunk, the word 'fire' and got up to investigate.

One Bad Move, or Two, or Three
Apparently another passenger beat him to the concern. Don Church, a passenger on D deck, noted a smell of smoke about 2:30 a.m., when almost everyone was sleeping off their martinis. He followed it upstairs and then located a steward.

My grandmother said they could never figure out what caused the fire. They thought it was oily rags, piled sloppily together from polishing the fancy woodwork, that had warmed themselves to ignition: a kind of spontaneous combustion. The oxygen was all that was required to make a disaster. I sometimes wonder if a cigarette or cigar had a part in it.

Don Church, the steward, and another crewman attempted to fight the fire. According to the Walkerville Times:
The first person [Church] encountered was a bellboy named Earnest O’Neil, and they rushed to the linen closet. They both heard the crackling sound of fire from behind the door. Finding that he did not have the right keys for the closest, O’Neil ran to the steward’s office on D Deck to get the correct keys.
He returned with a fire extinguisher, and prepped himself for fighting the fire, and opened the door to the closet. Two others appeared to aid in the fight, including a passenger across from the closet.
Freed of the linen closet and with a fresh source of oxygen, the flames backdrafted down the hall in both directions, gaining fuel from the walls. Still with the hope of containing the fire, one of the courageous three went to get a fire hose, but as they opened the valve, only a trickle of water came out.
Church ran to D deck and got his family out. That might have been who my grandfather heard, slamming out of their cabin and running to evacuate. He stopped to notify:
[Church] soon encountered the wheelman on duty, Windsor’s Jim Donaldson, and explained the severity of the situation. Running up to A Deck, Donaldson advised Capt. Taylor and the First Mate, Gerry Wood. The Captain had returned from an evening ashore only 20 minutes earlier.
Having determined that the fire was serious, Donaldson ran to the wheelhouse to throw the ship’s whistle for the fire signal, but tragically, the whistle seized. Instead of sounding one long blast, three short blasts and another long blast – the signal for fire on board – the horn emitted a bone-chilling shriek that pierced the air without a pause.
At 2:38 a.m., eight minutes after the first passenger realized there was a problem, the ship was already 50% on fire. The harbor security called the fire service. Those responders could see the glow before they had even reached Pier 9. They called for reinforcements at 2:41.

Picture Montage: The Walkerville Times.

My grandfather pulled my grandmother to the deck, which was already starting to crowd. At this point I should tell you that none of the decks had direct access to the dock. Therefore people were trying to get out by jumping overboard. Once my folks determined the lay of the ship, they also were going to jump. The problem was, of course, all the other people who were each trying to see what they could do.  And that problem was complicated in that a great many of the crew (all but sixteen, including the Captain) had been given the night off.

Evacuation: Not for the Squeamish
So, the fire-fighting equipment did not work. There was no exit, no organization, a huge fire out of nowhere in one of the worst possible sites for a fire: a ship. The fire fighters could see people silhouetted on B deck and surrounded by fire--no way out. They tried making a ladder bridge for those who could evacuate, a heroic effort in itself:
It was clear to all that the most daunting task was how to get people off the ship. Setting up fire department Aerial Number 5, an 85-foot long wooden ladder built in 1931, at the base of Noronic’s bow, the fire fighters aligned it with B Deck at an angle of 26 degrees. It barely made contact when a woman immediately jumped upon it, as did many other passengers.Almost in frenzy, the fast-clambering passengers and the natural movement of the ship made it very difficult for the fire fighters to keep the ladder aligned on the tip of the bow. Panicked, a female passenger stumbled on the ladder and the following passengers fell into her, their combined weight focused on a small point on the ladder. With a terrifying crack, the ladder snapped in two and sent the frightened passengers into the cold water.
The Fire Department tried again:
At this time, Aerial Number 1 arrived, but could not get to the ship because of parked cars. After clearing these obstructions, Aerial Number 1 neared the ship to a distance of 90 feet and extended its 100-foot ladder to C Deck. Having been made aware of the failure of ladder 5, they braced ladder 1 with hand-ladders underneath it at 15-foot intervals.
They were also lifting people out of the water who could cling to shorter ladders--backbreaking work.
Valiant efforts were made to extinguish the flames by fire fighters, but the heat was so intense that the water vaporized before it reached the hull of the ship! The metal structure was visibly white from the intense heat. By 2:46 a.m., the fireboat tied up to the Noronic’s bow and began to pour water in via two smaller hoses and the turret nozzle.
The stories my grandmother told about the evacuation were horrible. One man thought he could get out by sliding down a wire cable. My grandmother watched as he slid down, losing all his fingers before he dropped into the water. Another man, an Olympic grade swimmer, deserted his wife and children on board ship in a neat dive. He was never seen again. Lake Ontario is deep, wide, with temperature differentials that cause turbulence. My grandmother always said that he drowned, but there was only one drowning death reported: perhaps that was the one.

Somewhere in all this my grandmother suffered severe burns to her hands. Then my grandparents got their opportunity to get off the ship. They jumped together and started swimming. Unfortunately, my grandmother got stuck in a rain of suitcases over the side. Those that were evacuating planned to do it with their luggage. My grandfather lost her as she was buffeted, and taken under, by several direct hits. Plus, with her hands injured, and less fit overall, she was not doing so well.

The Fog of Disaster
My grandfather was swimming to the dock, turning around and seeing a dark-haired woman behind him in a blue gown. It was the wrong dark-haired woman in the wrong gown. He managed to save himself, and the strange woman. My grandmother was picked up by a skiff on the third gulp down after the third or fifth suitcase. They were re-united in the hospital. My grandmother wore bandages and later had plastic surgery to repair the defacement of her hands. They were always fragile after that--not for everything, but some minor impairment.

Lessons
What use is this family legend? Well, it gave my family examples of human selfishness and selflessness, life and death. We learned disaster potentially hits anyone. Beyond that, we did not think about evacuation any better than to know not to take our suitcase on the way out.

Wreck of the S.S. Noronic after the fire.Image via Wikipedia

In truth though, this story could have taught us many lessons:
1. To know our terrain well enough to be able to leave it.
2. To believe in safety measures and safety standards and to ask about them.
3. Pack light or do not pack at all. Possessions are a hindrance in an emergency.
4. Be a leader, even if it is only to be the first to follow instructions.
5. Keep a clear head.
6. Don't park in a fire lane.

These are pictures from before, in 1930, during, and immediately after the fire. Nobody knows how many passengers died, somewhere between 104 to 139 of the 524 on board the ship, plus an unknown number of guests--as many as 300 total. The inquiry afterward was long and pointed. No crew member died. This was thought to be significant, but I don't think it is as important as the rags, the wood polish, the possible cigar, the time-off schedule, or the fire hoses and whistle out of commission. In other words, the best way to forestall disaster is to prepare for it.
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Monday, October 4, 2010

Firefighter's Week: Pickles the Fire Cat

This post mentions those best public relations experts for the Fire Department Out There: children's story book authors. I think kids are interested in the equipment and the heroism, then frequently reassured by the idea of safety. I think the firehouse fascinates because it compares and contrasts to the family arrangement they know.

I don't think we ever lose that fascination with this profession. But here's where it starts!

This is Pickles, the Fire Cat, created by Esther Averill. He is a feral cat and a bit of a bully until the firemen give him Purpose in Life. Now he is the one who saves the cats stuck in the trees.  For you fire fighters out there who are tired of old Mr. Sweetcakes calling you about Tabitha--Esther Averill is who you should blame.
Just get your own Pickles! It'll work out.


Right now he is dancing with Florio and Jenny Linsky, the black cat who founded the Cat Club. We have some wild doings at the Fire House?? No, no, Pickles just Loves being a Fire Cat so much that he always hangs onto his hat. I do not know what Florio's deal is, however.  They are all playing at the Cat Club.

Richard Scarry has an entire book about Fire Stations. The raccoons are being paid good tax dollars to stripe the pole when a fire alarm goes off. All the Fire Pigs get smeared with red paint! Hardee har har! These firefighters won't let a little red paint stop them though! What good guys they are!


Just in case you fire folk are feeling bad about being portrayed as pigs, I have added a little equal treatment footnote. Personally I wish Mr. Scarry used the ginger cats for the first responders. They are adorable. But really, so are the pigs. No one should worry over this.

Then we come to the Big Red Dog created by Norman Bridwell.  Clifford is so huge, that without any training whatsoever (or opposable thumbs), he can handle the hose on a high-rise building. We are so glad! In all his books, Clifford scares people with his size and wins them over with his service. There are also children's fire safety rules in this book.


"Mama, I want to be a fire fighter when I grow up. Save people and do important things."
So there you go. Before life got complicated.

Thanks to all Firefighters this Fire Prevention Week!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Firefighter's Memorial Weekend

This weekend, right before National Fire Protection Week, firefighters honor their fallen comrades. This is a picture of the US Fire Administration's National Fallen Firefighter's Memorial. It stands on the grounds of the National Fire Academy in Emmitsburg, Maryland. Flags all over the nation should be at half-mast today.


This ceremony will honor 105 fallen firefighters. The Fallen Firefighter's Foundation has a "Project Roll Call", to honor firefighters who fell before 1981.

In 2009, there were eighty-three fatalities. Around one hundred deaths per year occur for firefighters in the line of duty nationwide. This was a safer year, but still there are many names to remember, and many losses to grieve. These are their names. All of them left behind grieving family, friends, and comrades.

--Gary Stephens--John Myers--Kevin Kelley--Richard Rhea--
--Kyle Perkins--Cory Galloway--William Parsons--
--Mark Davis--Dean Mathison--Jeffrey Isbell--Albert Eberle, Jr.--
--Timothy Nicholas--Johnnie Hammons--John Adams--
--Derek North--"Freddy" Pierno--Charles Myshrall--
--Michael Darrington--Alan Hermel--Christopher Dill--

--William Vorwark--Gregory Cooke--Nolan Schmidt--Robert Strang--
--Mike Gilbreath--Robert France--Manny Rivera--
--George Wimberly--John Jeffers--John Weber--Heath Van Handel--
--Damion Hobbs--James Harlow--Charles Clough, Jr.--
--Dennis Simmons--Patrick Reardon--Brian Buss--
--Michael Flynn--Thomas Risk--Cohnway Johnson--

--Frankie Nelson--Stephen Cospelich--Paul Roberts--James Hall--
--Matthew Tramel--Jeffrey Read--Debra Cole--
--Conrad Mansfield--Lyle Lewis--Jimmy Cameron--William Thompson--
--Brett Stearns--Allan LePage--Dale Haddix--
--Robert Johnson--Ryan Wingard--David Grass, Jr.--
--Joseph Grace--Thomas Marovich--Eric Tinkham--

--"Jack" Horton--Paul Warhola--Jimmie Zeeks--David Jamsa--
--Jonathan Croom--"Chip" McCarthy--"Arnie" Quinones--
--"Ted" Hall--Kenneth Frizzell, Jr.--Richard Holst--Ricky Christiana--
Terry Sharon--Patrick Joyce--Carl Nordwall--
--Gary Street--John Thurman--Roy Westover, Jr.--
--Phil Whitney--Chad Greene--Robert Stone--

--Ramon Hain--Terrance Freeman--Walter Hessling--Gary Neidig, Jr.--
--Jimmy Davis, Sr.--Gregory Thompson, Jr.--Tommy Adams--
--Bobby Mullins--Craig Starr--Clair Pierce--
--Paul Holmes--Steve Koeser--Richard Miller--


These names can be found at the memorial page at the U.S. Fire Agency, Department of Homeland Security. By clicking upon their name, you can learn official information.


Thank you, firefighters and paramedics everywhere. I am so sorry for your many losses. Today I offer my condolences to the families and colleagues of fallen firefighters.

Photos from the DHS and Midwest Honor Guard .com.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Next Week is National Fire Prevention Week

and this weekend is National Fallen Firefighter's Memorial Weekend.

The Ann T. Hathaway blog will be featuring posts in relation to: True Disasters! Fire safety.  Fire trivia, and other small tributes to these national heroes and all-around good people next week, from October 3 through October 9.

Those of you in the fire service will hopefully get some of the credit you deserve, and a few laughs. If I have made some mistakes or omissions, feel free to write in! I am always interested in what you do, and hope to learn more.

The rest of us will maybe learn a few things, and also get a chuckle. And a chance to show some of the love and respect we feel for your profession. I hope you enjoy!

September Muster

Every month, the Ann T. Hathaway blog honors those law enforcement officers who died in the line of duty. Please take a minute reflect on September's losses to our nation, our states, and our local jurisdictions. Each one died trying to bolster the good in our community.

--Kenneth Hall--Michael Gallagher--Kellie Pena--
--Dan Kromer--John Zykas--
--Thomas Alexander--Mark Barrett--Dan De Kraai--
--Ralph Slaton--Mark Longway--
--James Fowler III--Tracy Cooper--Will Phillips III--


You can learn more about these officers at the Officer Down Memorial Page.