The fire wasn't declared under control until 1000 hours on Saturday, some 6 hours after the first alarm cam in. Capt. Jerry Rago and his truck crew were among the last units to be sent home. After getting the rig back in service and cleaning the tools, the volunteers weren't able to make their way to their homes until almost noon.
Jerry entered the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, Peggy, looking forward to getting some well deserved sleep. When she heard him close the door, Peggy came rushing into the living room completely naked, her hair dripping wet.
"Where have you been?" she demanded. "You should have been home hours ago!"
"I was at a fire, babe," he answered. "That's why I got the scanner, you know. So you could keep track of what's going on."
"I can't keep that thing turned on all the time," she said angrily, "it's too distracting. You should have called."
"Yeah, see the thing is, I can't really do that when I'm on a fire scene. I've told you this before. So why are you yelling at me, and why the hell are you walking around the apartment naked?"
"I just got out of the shower. And don't change the subject," she shouted as she pushed him in the chest with both hands.
"Stop it! What the hell's the matter with you, anyway?" he shouted back. She kept pushing him, until he fell back onto the sofa.
That was enough for Jerry. "Now knock it off, Peg! I came in here looking to take a shower myself and get some sleep, and not to have you hollering at me for nothing!"
"For nothing? We were going to go by my folk's for lunch, or did you forget that?" she said, "You promised."