Posts Tagged ‘Michael Morse’
Lieutenant Thomas Miller – Michael Morse
By Michael Morse, contributing writer “Rescue 1 to Fire Alarm, expedite that second rescue.” “Roger Rescue 1, nature?” “Gunshot.” “Rescue 4 to Fire Alarm.” Immediately the stress that was threatening to overwhelm me subsided. There was no mistaking the gravelly voice coming over the air. “Go ahead Rescue 4.” “Clearing Rhode Island ER, you got…
Read MoreFreezing – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer Water dripped on my snow shovel as the sun warmed my roof. Icicles formed where my hands were just yesterday, digging through six inches of powder and slush. February warm in New England is twelve degrees, wind chill somewhere below zero. The nights are wicked; as the sun sets it…
Read MoreOn Whoopi and Joe – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer, commentary I had just finished watching the Mel Gibson movie Braveheart when I sat down to write an article for Uniform Stories that was due in the morning. The first thing that occurred to me as I stared at the blank screen was how Mel’s character, William Wallace, managed to…
Read More“If this flag offends you…” – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer “Wilbert Mora, 27, is fighting for his life and another officer has died after responding to a call for help from a mother concerning her son’s behavior. Officers lined up Friday at Harlem Hospital and many remained late into Saturday morning to pay their respects to fallen officer 22-year-old Jason…
Read MoreMerry Christmas to all! Mr. Wilson’s Christmas Carol – Stave 6 – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer Stave 6 “What, where, how?” he shook his head, then his body, rose from his seat feeling lighter than he had in days. “You there,” he said to the cat that sauntered past him. “What day is this?” The cat ignored him. “A wonderful cat, an intelligent cat!” he said…
Read MoreMr. Wilson’s Christmas Carol – Stave 5 – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer The first chime woke him, the second one worried him, and the third filled him with dread. Something was in front of him, something, or someone, he was not quite sure. “Are you the third of the spirits that haunt me this night?” he asked the shape that appeared before…
Read MoreMr. Wilson’s Christmas Carol – Stave 3 – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer Stave Three Mr. Wilson Ebenezer Scrooge woke with a start just as the clock struck one. He sniffed the room, looked about, saw nothing amiss and decided the spirit of Cooper was nothing more than his imagination. Nonetheless, he looked about his surroundings with great care once more before allowing…
Read MoreMr. Wilson’s Christmas Carol – Stave 2 – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer Stave Two “Another Humbug,” said the former Mr. Wilson as he circled the cushion on his new favorite spot. “I can see it already, those little creatures called grandchildren will have the run of my house, tipping this over, wrecking that, eating my food and pulling my ears!” Mr. Ebenezer…
Read MoreBrilliant resilience – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer I wanted to just throw it away, but I couldn’t. It just seemed wrong. So I took off my gloves and my frozen little fingers got to work. One bulb at a time, jiggle it a little, push it in, and move to the next. Somewhere along the line somebody…
Read MoreKyle – Michael Morse
by Michael Morse, contributing writer, commentary Nobody tried to kill me. I never killed anyone. I was called to treat the sick and injured and to protect property not by my own sense of morality and decency, but because it was my job. I retired years ago. To this day I have difficulty speaking in…
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