David Koon

When the elevators doors open upstairs at the Little Rock Fire Department’s main firehouse on Chester Street, the first thing you see are the chiefs. They stare, smile, and frown out at you from a long row of portraits, stretching down the wall and all the way back to 1892, when the department was founded. Some of the oldest hang in gaudy Victorian frames – mustachioed men who look like they have smoke and whiskey in their veins.