thanks for bringing back the memories!
Wow! The minute I started reading your post, those call letters came flying back to me way faster than me remembering where I left my keys this evening!
I lived in District 10 growing up...which was dispatched out of a building behind the old Station 45 on SE 174th between Stark and Division....my dad would take me down to sit with the dispatchers...mostly retired and/or disabled firefighters, who were incredible gentlemen! They would let me push the buttons on the console that would tap out an alarm and explain everything they were doing! It was a blast and something I remember to this day!
Now that I'm a firefighter, I appreciate the work of the dispatchers more than ever...and it started back in the good old "KOB647 (or KOK263) calling phantom box 2320..." days!
While we are talking nostalgia, here's a couple other things that may stimulate some fun posts....
1. Throughout the 60's and into the 80's, who remembers the three primary ambulance companies serving the Multnomah County/Portland area?....Answer: Buck ("the professional folks"), AA ("the guys with the cool caddies" that served North and NE Portland and ran most of the trauma calls, shootings, etc. during the turbulent times) and Care ("the kind of wild guys with the brown and white classic vans with mag wheels and a carefree spirit") ...that was in the day where ambulance companies had assigned "zones" but it wasn't unheard of for ambulances from all three companies to jump each others calls and end up seeing who could get to a scene first! Those were the days!
2. Was anyone listening to their scanners the evening of December 28, 1978 when United Airlines flight 173 crashed at E 157th and Burnside? I remember it vividly...had just sat down to dinner and the phone rang...my aunt who lived in Happy Valley yelled "a HUGE airplane just went over our house about "100 ft" high....my God! I think it must have crashed!" ....which at exactly that moment, there was a huge flash in the sky to my West (we lived about NE 175th and Glisan) and all the lights flickered out for a few seconds and then popped back on. I looked at my mom, dad, and brother and said "do you think?"...and flipped on our scanner to hear I believe a Battalion Chief screaming into the radio, "a plane, a LARGE plane, is down...send every ambulance in the city NOW!"