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Trash Pump Hose

trash pump hose

    trash pump
  • Trash pumps are designed to pump wastewater that contains hard and soft solids. Frequently use for basement bathrooms to lift the bathroom waste water to a higher wasteline.

  • Pump designed to pump large sized particulate matter in addition to liquid.

  • Breeches

  • hosiery: socks and stockings and tights collectively (the British include underwear)

  • water with a hose; "hose the lawn"

  • man's close-fitting garment of the 16th and 17th centuries covering the legs and reaching up to the waist; worn with a doublet

  • A flexible tube conveying water, used esp. for watering plants and in firefighting

  • Stockings, socks, and tights (esp. in commercial use)

devastating (not my boat)

devastating (not my boat)

Written Monday, 11/3/08, at 4:30pm:

I'm on my boat, sopping wet and shivering and trying to stop my heart from racing.

Here's what happened.

A few hours ago I hobbled off to go take a shit. (I was literally hobbling because i ran a half marathon yesterday, and I'm sore as hell). I had on a hat and a hoodie with the hood up and a jacket with a hood, and with the driving wind/rain I put my head down and limped there. I wonder, now, if I hadn't had so many hoods on if I'd have noticed anything sooner.

On the way out of the restroom (which is about 50 yards from the docks), I saw a guy in a red jacket throw something in the trash, and then I looked toward the boats, where I saw a bright orange flame. It was so incongruous in the heavy rain, so not-supposed-to-be-there, that without thinking I sprinted towards the marina. As I ran i pulled out my cell phone and called 911, and then I realized the flames were coming from somewhere very close to our boat. Oh shit. I hoped not. How could... Oh shit. Oh shit. My heart pounded. (I only now just realized that I was able to run, and how fast I ran. Adrenaline is an amazing thing.)

The boat that was burning was two boats to the north of mine, owned by the nicest guy in the world, named (_deleted_). He always stopped by to chat, and regularly shared ice cream with me. Apparently he had left his boat about 45 minutes earlier.

I did not know this as I ran to the boat. All I knew was that I needed to grab a hose and start putting out the fire. The fire was so scary that I don't think I felt any relief that my own boat wasn't burning. It's like there was no room to think of that. There were four or five of us, everyone dressed up in full rain gear, in the pouring rain, spraying water into, onto, and through every bit of the burning boat. Half the windows had shattered from the fire, and smoke was slinking out of every hole. I heard that the canvas on the boat to the south -- the one between the burning boat and this one - was steaming from the heat of the fire.

One doessn't usually associate spraying a hose with adrenaline, but so be it. I worried that maybe the gas tank would catch fire/explode... but there was so much water getting spayed in that it seemed unlikely. One guy was standing on the foredeck, spraying water into the cabin. He didn't seem worried.

I heard fire engines in the distance, and within minutes a crew of firemen arrived. I ran over to my boat and grabbed my video camera, then followed them towards the charred boat. There may be no sadder picture in the world than a fireman with an axe chopping through charred remains on a boat floating in the water. It is devastating. I saw as the firemen poked through stacks of magazines, credit card bills, clothes, and mostly unidentifiable black remains.

Worse, the boat owner's elderly dog was aboard, and died in the fire. She had arthritis and a bad hip, and couldn't jump up onto or down from the boat, The owner always used to do this very funny/patient routine in which he acted as a little dog elevator at the front of the deck. I saw the dog's body in the stern of the boat, one short, impossible jump from safety. To die in a fire is a god-awful thing.

There is, actually, a sadder picture in the world than a burnt boat, and that's watching the owner of the boat arrive on the scene to discover that his house, possessions, and beloved dog are all gone. He came running up the dock in jeans and a flannel shirt. Nobody made eye contact. I turned off my video camera. By now there were only a few of standing around, because after I'd said "I don't think i want to be here to see the owner arrive," most of the others, out of a dozen, retreated humbly to their own boats. This was a smart, if not courageous, move. I stood there in the rain, and saw him break down in despair after he peaked in and saw his dog's body. Someone gave him a towel to keep dry, and someone else held an umbrella over him, and someone else put an arm around him, while it continued to pour. He sobbed, put his hands to his head, asked someone to please cover his dog, fell to his knees... while the police inspector tried, as professionally as possible, to inquire about the circumstances of the fire. At the same time, one of the firefighters asked us if we knew anything about power boats, because he was searching for the batteries on the boat to no avail (i think most everything burnt).

I heard the owner say that he had left nothing on, no power, no stove, no flames or anything - so I wonder if the cause of the fire will be determined, of if the boat is too much of a wreck to make any sense of.

My heart is still pumping. My pants and hat are soaked and I'm shivering. I imagine the dozen or so people who ran to help out are in the same condition; terrified yet grateful, and in no need of thanks because they know that's just what you do: you help out.

I'm sitting in the cabin of my boat, listening to the firefighters gather their stuff

Engine 251 New

Engine 251 New

Clinton Volunteer Fire Department
Engines and Equipment
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Water Supply 25
1986 Pierce Lance
Detroit Diesel EV92 T/A 475 hp
Hale 2000 GPM single stage pump
2000? 5? Supply Hose
4 6? hard sleeves
Adaptors to support entire Baltimore/Washington Metro Area
4 150? 1 3/4? Attack Line
5 rear discharges
100? 1 1/2? Trash Line

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