In the window of an old Memphis building, cracked and peeling, stands a faded diamond. Back before the Department of Homeland Insecurity began branding entire swathes of the country with a nonsensical coding system -- I can't fly out of LaGuardia without being reminded by a booming PA that "the current threat advisory level is ORANGE" -- people actually took time to come up with criteria for how to intelligently communicate threats to our health, safety, and stuff. There has never been any published criteria for the government's so-called advisory system, just someone sitting in an office saying, "Hmm... feeling a bit yellow today. Let's bring it down a notch from high to elevated." Not to mention
This is why I like firefighters. Yes, I'm the daughter of one, so if I haven't been over to your house, I'll be making sure you don't leave that burning candle unattended and that you replace the batteries in your smoke detector every April, but beyond that, I also know that these trained men and women know a lot more about fighting fire than the government knows about fighting terror.
Case in point: this 241 looks like just a cool number in a window. But for those in the know, it's the NFPA 704, or fire diamond. The three numbers represented here stand for health, flammability, and chemical reactivity. That white space is left open here, but in other cases, there are symbols for special hazards that would go there. Like a giant Pericolo skull, maybe, telling you to keep out, or a picture of Elton John to warn you to cover your ears. That sort of thing.
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