I couldn’t turn down a Saturday night ride along with Cornell Emergency Medical Services. No way. For a while now I have been anxious to rejoin the uniformed helping people business. After a series of waivers and speeches from the Director of Operations committing me to complete inaction in the event something interesting happened, I realized my chances of even wiping a runny nose as an EMS observer were next to zero. Still, I was excited. I hadn’t stayed up past midnight in a while, and I would be close to the action. If anything truly awful went down, I’d be in position to waive the waivers and get my hands dirty.