I was detailed there from L 112 on occasion, you either had a restful night or you were up all night at some job that required the foam rig. I watched the sunrise from 9PM on 8th Av in Manhattan with an asbestos leak from manholes, ugh. The firehouse was nutty, too. They kept count of every stick of butter, an officer would come into the rec room to lower volume on tv, and other cukoo stuff. Oh yeah, boy the Captain got really mad at me when I parked in HIS spot, not knowing...and the Captain was my neighbor I found out later, but he was still sore.