Lockbox in a Sundress; or, Firefighters in the Off Hours

I found the bagpiper. His name is Lockbox, and like most firefighters, he looks like he could flatten you with one punch. He’s keen to point this out, among other painful things he can do to me, as he tells me not to print half of what comes out of his mouth. Accordingly, I will not.

I can say that Lockbox is part of a contingent of DC firefighters from 30 Engine who rotate in and out of an apartment across from The Starboard. For men who work 24/72, Dewey Beach is a happy place, a place where they can swim, drink, collect blackmail on their coworkers and drink some more, pulling beer from a tap built into the fridge.

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