How I cringe every time I see FDNY photos from the '39 Worlds Fair. My dad had a box of photos of the rigs that were there and some of himself, in uniform, on an Ahrens-Fox pumper. When he passed away I asked my mom where are pop's photos? She responded quickly with "I threw that junk out along with that piece of metal." The "piece of metal" was a piece of the engine from the bomber that hit the Empire State Building in 1945. I would love to have those items today. I'm glad she didn't toss his "dupe" out also. That I have. Oh well.