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  • As a photojournalism major, professors raved about students who brought twelve packs to various fire stations and befriended firefighters who in return gave them unprecedented access during an emergency situation for that priceless spot news fire photo.

    This intrigued me. I wanted to explore this integral yet distant part of the Watertown community, the Watertown Fire Station. Within minutes of entering the station for the first time, I found myself, sitting at the table in the kitchen of the Firehouse, eating and talking with the firefighters of Watertown. It was a quiet night as usual and they were happy for a distraction.

    After five or so hours of learning about what they are required to do on a daily basis: check the supplies in each vehicle, sweep the floors, make dinner, check on other stations in the area, study for regular renewal tests on handling emergency situations,etc. Bill, a red headed lifelong firefighter, offered to show me the top of the ladder truck and different tools used when the ladder is used. I walked to the end of the ladder and entered the small cubby-like space used for reaching fires that are higher up.

    Suddenly the ladder started to move, we were going up. I gripped the handle bar as tightly as I could and crouched down. Bill laughed, "This is what we always do when someone visits, you ok?"

    I laughed, peeked my head out at the rising ladder and took a photo of Bill directing the machine from my crouched position.
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