Last night we had a great block party with friends and neighbors. As the evening settled in, we roasted marshmallows and enjoyed the sunset across the orange sky.
One of the reasons the sky is orange is because of the number of fires in Utah, 13 concurrent fires as of the news report this morning.
It was somewhat unclear if our bounteous supply of fireworks were going to be enjoyed - restrictions had been posted for open fields and given that we are in an unincorporated area, we weren't sure if residential fireworks would be allowed.
We stared with our favorite 300 projectile arial display. It was loud, bright, and shot up far into the sky. When the smoke cleared we saw a Sheriff's vehicle rolling towards us. At the time we weren't quite sure if we would be facing a fine, confiscation of the remaining several hundred dollars worth of fun, or if we were just facing a warning.
The deputy quickly warmed to us, smiling and apologizing that the conditions were just way too dangerous, and asked us to refrain or he'd have to come back.
He could have lectured us, he could have recited local code. Instead he congratulated us for a successful party that he wished he could have attended. Throughout the firm, but friendly interaction, he allowed us to retain our dignity.
It reminded me of a friend, Bruce. If I ever get fired, I hope Bruce gets to deliver the news. I've never seen someone be able to be so firm, yet forgiving. Serious, but smiling. Respectful.
The few firings I've witnessed by Bruce are future facing. "We are very excited for your future opportunities. We know you will be great and don't want to hold you back... continue reading.