Parks so far

So far so good. The parks job lets me roam about outside all day. Not too bad coming from an office job.

I've been placed with two other rangers - Calvin and Andrew. Calvin is a transplanted Miami man who followed his girlfriend. A quick keyword finds him to have coined sayings like "sack of good luck pudding." He's the classic beat reporter with Ivy League wit.

Andrew was a disenchanted office worker and not unlike myself, found his way to the anticubicle. Before his stint in office worker hell, he was a peace corps volunteer down in the Domincan Republic. I still haven't figured out what he did down there, but know that he and Anne would hit it off well.

The two of them are pretty much Fric and Frac and I tag along.

Today we fished for an hour or so before the lure popped off from Calvin's 'fisherman's' knot. We then rescued a baby raccoon, which found itself in a garbage can. Shortly thereafter we hailed an ambulance for a kid who fell off the monkey bars. After lunch we went on patrol, which largely comprised of shooting the shit while scaling rocks and telling each other our stories, tree and bird identification.

More later.