Jeff Cool has a recurring dream now where he’s back at probie school. An instructor he remembers is talking to his class of 109 guys, and he’s sitting there with the rest of them, listening. The instructor is talking about someone, he’s not sure who. But he’s saying, “He was a good firefighter. But he died. Look around at this class. Some of you guys aren’t going to make twenty years.”
And in the dream, Cool looks around and says to himself, “Well, we’ll see.”
That’s when he usually wakes up.
“Are you ready?” the woman says, fiddling with a digital camera.
“Smiling is good.”