Firefighter Justin Easley formed the meatballs, rolling them between his palms, and then set canned tomatoes on to simmer in a skillet with garlic and onions. That’s when the station bell at Ladder 5 went off and Easley twisted off the burner, sprinted for the door, threw on his gear and jumped on the truck with the rest of his crew.
For firefighters, dinnertime is a race against the clock. The inevitable smoke alarm or carbon monoxide detector goes off a mile or two away, the call comes in for a stuck elevator or smell of smoke. Everything skids to a halt, utensils are dropped and everyone’s out the door.