twas the week before christmas and all through the town,
the murders were up, instead of going down.
The guys were going down the chimneys with ease,
The soot inside, boy, made them sneeze!
The weapons were nestled all snug in their waists,
while cars ran away in a quick police chase.
My man in his doo rag and I in my cap,
had just settled down, when we heard him get capped!
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
the screams and the tears, they just didn't matter.
The cops did we call , but alas there were few,
For city council made deals, as they always do.
The moon on the breast of the man on the lawn,
showed glimmers of red, where he had fall'n
When what do my wondering eyes do appear?
A big white box with medical gear.
With an efficient driver, so learned and fast,
I knew in a minute, IT MUST BE MAST!
To the man on the lawn, they arrived so swift,
I knew in a minute they just started their shift.
Medic called on the radio, just need to know,
Man shot in the gut in the fresh fallen snow,
BP is not good, respers are weak,
Loading him now, will be there shortly, with whom do I speak?
The doctor said his name, which never is clear,
It did not matter for this life is dear.
Though things will be changing, come around May,
let's hope there'll still be money, for the city to pay.
The people who drive and ride in the box,
still will be swift and smart as a fox.
They may not have badges and training and such,
but some say they don't need them, they just need the touch.
Time will not matter, advance does not pay,
Load them up quickly and get on your way.
He is chubby and plump, a jolly old chief, I cringed when I saw him, in utter disbelief.
A wink of his eye to Louie he made, the deal was all done, boy what a trade!
He spoke many words, no sense did they make, the council all nodded,said he was great.
Laying pen on the paper they wrote it is done, MAST is all gone now we are one.
When taxes go up and time limits go away, remember the man, in the snow as he lay.
Will there be money to pay for the gal, the guy,the box,the equipment, will you be asking why?
We will hear them exclaim as they drive into to sight, lets load him and go, it is football tonight!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Ambulance Livery: A Brief Update
Monday, December 21, 2009
Two Videos from YouTube
and here is a video of a nifty Christmas song by the Christian group Jars of Clay. The song is better then the video.
Enjoy!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
In The First Light
In the first light of a new day
No one knew He had arrived
Things continued as they had been
While a new born softly cried.
But the heavens wrapped in wonder
Knew the meaning of His birth
In the weakness of a baby
They knew God had come to earth.
As His mother held him closely,
It was hard to understand
That her baby not yet speaking
Was the Word of God to man.
He would tell them of His kingdom,
But their hearts would not believe
They would hate Him and in anger
They would nail Him to a tree.
But the sadness would be broken
As the song of life arose
And the First born of creation
Would ascend and take his throne.
He has left it to redeem us,
But before His life began
He knew He´d come back not as a baby
But as The Lord of ev´ry man.
Hear the angels as they´re singing
On the morning of His birth
But how much greater will our song be
When He comes again
When He comes again
Hear the angels as they´re singing
On the morning of His birth
But how much greater will our song be
When He comes again to Earth
When He comes to rule the Earth!
(words and music by Bob Kauflin)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
People Rooting for it to Snow Should Remember...


Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Blogging Tony and Darla Part the Second
Blogging Tony and Darla Part One
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Red Or Something Else?
Red ambulances or something else? You make the call...
A sampling of local liveries for your consideration...pictures snatched from various websites, except the last two which are mine.
