Lincoln became the land of crossed wires. From the minute I rolled into town. Our sleeping arrangements were mixed up due to a misunderstanding. I could not get a hold of Chris for some time via the cell phone. Chris was able to talk one station into letting him stay there. I decided to just stay at a motel as to not overwhelm the fire house. In the morning, there was a mixup in where to meet Chris. I waited for him for 45 min at a gas station. Chris thought we were going to meet on the road.
Imagine what the men at Ground Zero had to deal with. Most of their Command staff was lost. No one knew the scope of the incident. No one knew if their friends and family were still alive. No one had ever seen anything like this before.
Chris made it to Omaha and was given a hero’s welcome by Omaha Fire Dept. There was fire trucks, media, the whole package. The Union Local 385 picked up the tab for our dinner, thanks brothers.
The ride into Omaha was very nice, with good weather. I stopped at a nice place for lunch and took a picture with the waitress. I am starting to feel a little pain in my knees and left calf.
We are being taken care of by one of the Chiefs, Matt. We are staying at his private residence tonight.