GLORY DAYS

^^^^^^Thanks Willy, you are correct, as the areas you buffed in and knew were decimated other areas started to see an increase of work, especially around E 75 and L 33. I saw the slow change around from 1985 on as the cement jungle of old vacants were knocked down and replaced with town houses on tree lined streets.  I remember officers keeping an eye on 79/37, they thought that would be the next hot spot, now northern Bronx covered by 39 Truck is the hot spot...Over in Brooklyn; Bushwick, Brownsville, Bed-Stuy and East New York remained very active but are slowly changing. Some areas are improving and selling million dollar homes now... Guys tell me Bushwick has changed much for the better! Cafe's replacing drug dens...Fast forward post 9/11, areas like Canarsie, Flatbush and lovely parts of Queens sleepy neighborhoods are seeing an increase of fire duty action.


Notorious Charlotte St and 170, then and now with new individual homes. Home ownership helped stabilize the community. Will the next generation of humanity believe how these destroyed neighborhoods even existed?



New Townhomes replaced large apartment houses. Townhomes would introduce the next firefighter hazard, lightweight construction.

 
88/38 Apparatus floor. Outside phone rings. All ears perk up to see who it is for from housewatch.

From housewatch: "FRED FREDMAN OUTSIDE PHONE, FRED FREDMAN"
Response from back of quarters, obviously a displeased Fred: "THAT'S  'F R E E D MAN'  A$$HOLE"
From housewatch (without a beat): "FRED  'FREEDMANA$$HOLE'  OUTSIDE PHONE..."
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ADV's; ABANDONED DERELICT VEHICLE FIRES

One thing for certain, almost every night you could be sure of responding to the signal 10-23; ‘Abandoned Derelict Vehicle’ fire or commonly referred to as an ADV. Abandoned ADV’s were the wildflowers of the South Bronx, almost every street had one or two parked at the curb in front of vacant apartment buildings and stripped to a skeleton shell of itself. There were vacant lots littered with them, a ghetto jungle gym.

“ENGINE ONLY; ADV, 88 GOES”...An ADV or vehicle fire was considered a “single unit response”. When I was first assigned to E 88 our typical operation was simple, the ECC would pull the rig as close to the ADV without the apparatus becoming an exposure and the first fireman to the rear of the rig would grab the booster hose from the back step and stretch the 20 feet or so to the “dumpster on wheels”. Our 1980 American LaFrance apparatus had a 1 inch booster line on the rear tailboard that had to be “hand cranked” after the operation, so we appreciated the ECC getting the apparatus close to the operation


Many vacant lots were loaded with stripped down vehicles. On occasion we’d come across a stripped down abandoned van blazing away, they were particularly hazardous. Free burning vans were of concern, disposed of by junkyards, sometimes these trojan horses were bulging with gas tanks, unknown liquid waste and drive shafts in the rear from other vehicles. We approached any van fire from an angle and distance employing the reach of a straight stream from the booster.

FDNY Procedure for any vehicle fire, including an ADV parked on the street was to position the hoseline between the vehicle fire and any exposure. The line was stretched, positioned and operated between the car fire and structure, it did not matter if the structure was vacant or not. ADV jobs were basically nuisance fires, hardly did we ‘gear up’, our usual attire was helmet and maybe a pair of gloves, donning an SCBA was not even a thought or considered. If you did not have the nozzle you grabbed a hook.

The company officer usually stayed in the front seat and let the men take care of the simple task, confident that the troops had the situation under control. Another reason was that an ADV was a simple job, the “War Years” boss, with hundreds of war year fires under his belt monitored the department radio just in case a more serious alarm came over the radio; the officer would have us ‘take up’ and respond.

ADV fires were prevalent in areas where the surrounding buildings were vacant or in an industrial area with light traffic. The vehicles, usually stolen and plates removed were torched, their value immediately squelched and ultimately “abandoned”. As soon as we extinguished the vehicle fire, local resident ‘mechanics’, adept at the art of disassembling a motor vehicle would close in like scavengers. Before we even left the scene, these mechanics proceeded to strip every inch of an undamaged part for resale to the local garage. The ideal business model,
“supply and demand” was well practiced with an endless supply of vehicles. Car tires, batteries, antennas, transmissions, hoods, frenders, bumpers, lights, shock absorbers, muffler system, carbs and engine blocks would all be disassembled in the wee hours. The vehicle would be picked clean.

FDNY MODIFIES RESPONSE

In 1984 a Queens firefighter from E 297 was struck and killed while operating at a van fire on the Whitestone Expressway when a drunk driver rear-ended the engine where the firefighter was standing. Shortly after that, the FDNY modified its response policy for vehicle fires, no longer a single unit response a Ladder Company was now added. The Ladder Company apparatus would be the blocking force to oncoming traffic while the crews operated in a safe perimeter.

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One warm Summer Evening a television crew had permission to film the daily activity of L 38 responding to various alarms. I was detailed to drive the three person film crew in a ‘chase car’ behind the apparatus. That night we responded to the usual water leak, a few false alarms and a small vacant job. Around midnight we received a Phone Alarm for a ‘Vehicle Fire’ at 182 Street and LaFontaine Avenue. Both rigs make the right out of quarters then another right on 182 street to La Fontaine Ave straight ahead we can see the car blazing already. The car is parked by itself in front of the high bricked cobblestone wall of St. Barnabas Hospital, naturally in a no parking zone. The vehicle is a new model chevy and as to be expected there are no license plates. The passenger compartment of the vehicle is ripping.

Tonight's ECC pulls the engine tight to the curb, just in front of the burning vehicle as the television camera crew jumps from the Suburban, they are excited seeing and filming the flames. A fireman from E 88 advances the booster and within seconds the flames turn to steam.

I enlighten the camera crew and point to the gathering of “concerned” townspeople mingling across the street from the fire. I explained that the residents have laid down their ‘tools’ on the sidewalk under a blanket to conceal them just in case a police car happens by. In a few minutes they will pounce on the ADV for spare parts as soon as we depart. I mentioned to the film crew that in the morning before they finish their filming and depart I’d take them by this vehicle and they will not recognize it. They look at me quizzically. I explain that the townspeople will proceed to strip every nut and bolt of this vehicle and most likely it will be unrecognizable in the morning...It was.


Thanks for reading, hope you liked! KMG-365

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Photo from Mr. WILLY'S collection; As the city began to clean up it's act and remove ADV's from streets and lots,  these concrete jungle wildflowers were deposited under, what appears to be, the FDR awaiting their fate to the big scrap yard in the sky. A 57 chevy appears in foreground, look closely to far left, Mack pumper. Thanks Willy for your contribution!

 
When I worked in 94 Engine  & Ladder Company 48, in Hunts Point, we were in the " Ass End" of the South Bx.  The infamous Hunts Pt produce markets and meat markets (now the only real wholesale markets in the city)  were down the block from the Firehouse so there was constant tractor trailer driving activity in the streets (that's another story).  Since we were at the end of the line, ADV (abandon derelict vehicle) fires were constant. I believe at the time I was there (1978-1981) insurance incentives were in place for losing your car in a fire.  Similar to the apartment/tenement burning.  We would go to 6 car fires a night along with the illegal dumping fires down towards the end of the Point, since it bordered the water.  It was the Wild West City in NYC.  We had a preconnected 10' length of hose to the stang for the outside rubbish fires  (which was mounds of the illegal dumping waste) and we would "hit & run".  If you tried to explain to people what went on, they could Not possibly believe it and the Only constant in the Hood (neighborhood) was the Firehouse.  Proud Men, the Firemen, making a difference when Nobody else cared...
 
How many of those tractor-trailers pulled into the market area with half or all of their goods gone. The trucks start coming into the area late at night and the wee hours of the morning from all parts of the Country. The unsuspecting driver stops at a red light and denziens of the neighborhood pop open the rear trailer door, if it was only secured by the seal, and as the truck meanders toward it's destination it's cargo is being flipped out to the rest of the miscreants on the street. That area kept the 41 precinct quite busy when their station house (Fort Apache) wasn't being attacked.
 
Back in the '70s there was a group on bicycles (who morphed into a Motorcycle group) in Williamsburg .....they would stalk tractor trailers stopped at lights all along Union Ave from the BQE to Broadway they would open the back door & one would get onboard & throw boxes out i even saw them with one kid on the handlebars who would manage to ride behind & grab onto the back of a moving TT & open it...this was done in the daylight sometime within a block of the 90 PCT....many times the TT drivers realized it but not want to stop & possibly get jumped .
 
In regard to car or ADV Fires when i was a LT in 332 we had more of our fair share of them....we had one of the first 1987 Macks without a red rubber Booster Line on a reel .....instead there was a regular length of 1 3/4" Polyester Hose on the extended front bumper that was hooked up to discharge outlet on the front of the Rig.... we were 1st Due to most of "The ENY Airport" ....after about a month of use the front length showed tremendous signs of wear from dragging it on glass & broken concrete areas repeatedly ......this never happened with the old red rubber Booster Hose ... i wrote a lengthy report explaining this & requesting a retro fit of a Booster Reel above the Hose Bed like what was on the earlier 1958 Mack's before the reel was moved under the hose Bed ...the reply to my request was "we are sending you 12 lengths of 1 3/4 use as much as you want" they went on to mention the Death of FF Tony Shands https://www.nytimes.com/1984/10/21/nyregion/firefighter-hit-and-killed-by-car-as-he-rolls-up-hose-after-blaze.html  ENG*297 which happened when a drunk driver crushed him into the back step as he was rewinding Booster Hose onto the reel below the rear of the
Hose Bed on 20th Ave by the now Target/BJs Complex....i wondered what the time difference was between re winding Booster Hose in the rear (especially with the later electric rewind) as opposed to the time taken to uncouple ..drain..reconnect & pack regular Hose in the front bumper tray (Booster Hose never had to be drained)  ....i felt the drunk driver could come from either direction....the correct thing was done by the Job after FF Shands Death by mandating a Truck to be assigned to "block" traffic for an ENG operating on a road incident whether Fire or an Accident....oddly enough awhile after this mandate Units were again operating on the same stretch of 20 Ave (no stores there back then & a lot of dumping of Vehicles) & a Woman hit the Truck blocking the ENG....prior to the 10-20-84 FF Shands incident.... on 1-20-76 there was also a FF named Kanavan in ENG*228 that was killed rewinding the Booster but nothing was addressed for quite awhile....CONTINUED REST IN PEACE TO BOTH.
 
TOUGH TIMMY, Part 9
?TAKE NOTHING FOR GRANTED?
And ?EPILOGUE?

It?s a beautiful crisp afternoon, members of E 88 have just finished lunch and in the process of cleaning up the pots and pans and mopping the floor when the tones alert the housewatchman of an incoming alarm. We pause and wait to hear his command to see ?who goes?, (remember, back then this was before the computers ?alerted you verbally?)... the housewatchman yells out; ?ERS...ENGINE ONLY, GET OUT 88 ERS-NC 185 AND PROSPECT?.

(NOTE: THE ERS BOX; has two round buttons on the face of the box with an overlapping hinged cover that covers the two buttons. You lift the cover and press the button to initiate a response from the dispatcher. One button is for the Police Department dispatcher, the other button goes to the Bronx Communication Office on 180th Street. Simply press the button, wait, when the dispatcher acknowledges your call, you speak directly into the speaker that is also mounted on the face of the alarm box and state your emergency. Your ?emergency? will dictate the level of response from the Bronx CO. If you press the button and walk away, it is deemed as ?NC; no contact? and most likely a 10-92; false alarm...in this case the Bronx CO will send just the Engine to investigate).

Today is one of the last tours I get to drive Captain TT,  a firefighter transfer order will be coming out any day. As soon as the housewatchman yells out the box location E 88 members hustle to the rig. Now, even though the NC will usually be false, TT responds 100% to all alarms aggressively, he does not ever take an alarm for granted.

Today we have two of the three new probies recently assigned to 88 working, a couple of members were recently promoted and another member became a fire marshal leaving us a few vacancies on the roster and so we were loaded up with a few probies. The three probies are affectionately tagged; ?The Good, The Bad and The Ugly?, their new found names are interchangeable and substituted for whatever suitable condition at the time.

I fire up the 1980 American LaFrance pumper and hang a right turn out of quarters onto Belmont Avenue against light oncoming traffic, a quick left on 182, cross over Crotona Avenue and make the left onto Prospect. Capt TT works the siren and I tap the airhorn. I slow the rig down after crossing 183 Street as TT and I ?eyeball? each side of the street and the surrounding landscape to see if there is any activity that would warrant our help. Now approaching 185 Street I notice the ERS box is on the left of the sidewalk and  nobody is standing there.

Then TT and I notice at the same time flames blowing out two windows from the ground floor rear section of a partially occupied six story apartment building. I bang on the window that separates the front of the cab to the rear where the other members are riding indicating a JOB, while TT  transmits the 10-75. The crew hops off the rig, TT springs from the cab and turns to the two probies riding behind him, he does a double-take and eyeballs the two probies with SCBA eagerly awaiting for direction from their leader. Instead out of his mouth, TT orders; ?FIRST THING, GET RID OF THOSE MASKS?!

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SIDENOTE: I met two lifelong buddies during my time in 88. Marty O and Ed K (who would go on to become B2 Commander). I am thankful and grateful to have two wonderful buddies like them. We have lunch regularly and speak passionately about our Glory Days, although Chief Ed was on the other side of TT friendliness during his tenure.

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WTC GROUND ZERO

Long after TT retired, my good buddy Marty O from E 88  and I  pulled TT out of retirement to assist with recovery work at Ground Zero. TT?s wife had passed away and he was alone in his Riverdale apartment and we asked if he?d like to join us with the recovery process. TT jumped at the chance and he joined us working side by side raking and sifting the remaining ruins of the WTC. Sometimes he wore his E 88 Captains helmet and other times he had a white hard hat with the USMC emblem affixed. Exhausted at the end of the day the three of us would grab a quick bite at the Red Cross tent that was referred to as ?The Taj Mahal?.

Despite all the renowned stories about TT he had charm. TT would sit and chat with the many buffs and rescue workers from out of town and other states, little did they know the notorious character they were dining with. In addition he charmed the little ol? Red Cross ladies as they gleefully plied him with styrofoam clamshell boxes from the buffet for ?take-out?, including extra desserts!

Timmy and I  were together on the final day of recovery operations May 2002 and stayed in touch thereafter, even going out to dinner on occasion, he was always the gentleman and my wife loved him!  I did too?

FINAL THOUGHTS

I remember my first days with the Captain reverently.  He was ?old school? with an unflinching spirit.  I recall watching from the front seat of Ladder 31 as a teen these ?War Year Heroes? and admired their gritty toughness, strength and grins. With a boss like TT I had an opportunity to experience the old-school firefighting approach from one of the ?toughest?. I discovered valuable skills in an inconceivable environment. TT was an inspiration, he guided me professionally and insisted I ?never take any part of the job for granted? .  I am forever thankful that you were my boss. As his obituary noted;  ?He was wild, he broke all the rules?...Rest in eternal peace Boss. (November 13, 2015)


 
Danny,  Timmy was the True War Years Legend, among many.  Their respect for our Job gave us the guidance to respect it the same.  I loved Timmy (as I did all the South Bx guys who broke me in) and can see him down at the Pit, doing what he did best, being with the Brothers.  What you have written will become folklore to his life and will carry on forever.  I look back to the Senior Firemen that I have worked with in 48 Truck, 59 Truck and TL-111 and could go on forever about them.  One in particular, Kenny C, the Duke, from 111.  J. Gordon Bennet and Archer award winning Fireman. Since I cooked all the time in 111 and Kenny was in my groups, he didn't really like my Italian flair of cooking.  I asked him what he wanted, he said steak.  So when I went shopping for the meal on Long Island, since there was really no place to do so in Bed-Stuy and I would bring the meal in with me, I would get Kenny a steak. I would make that for him because I wanted him to eat with us.  The meal is Very important in the Firehouse.  One of the other (lesser) members of the Truck complained to me that I didn't bring him a steak too.  I told him you are Not the Duke. I would be turning the stove off and trying to get my gear on and would be running to the rig on Hancock St to not miss the run that just came in. As they used to say in the old TV show, Naked City.  There are 8 million people in NY and 8 million stories. 
 
Captain Gallagher, May You Rest in Peace. Thank you for your service to the City of New York during their toughest years. As told here, you were an inspiration to the members who worked with you. You were a "Firefighters - Firefighter". Captain Gallagher, you served your purpose well.

Thank you to our friend Retired FDNY Dan Potter for telling us the story of working with you.

I'm sure I saw you fighting fires in some of those Bronx neighborhoods many years ago. But I wish that I was able to meet you.

Some people say that "we will meet again". Well Cap, if that's true, when my time comes, "I hope I get the chance to meet you then". 
 
Well written Dan....CPT TIMMY was a MAN among Men...a True FDNY Legend....GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. ....RESPECT DUE !
 
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... I look back to the Senior Firemen that I have worked with in 48 Truck, 59 Truck and TL-111 and could go on forever about them.  One in particular, Kenny C, the Duke, from 111.  J. Gordon Bennet and Archer award winning Fireman...

FF Kenny Connelly

   


   

   

   
 
Yes, that's the Duke along with Mr J.  Both of them went to Medal Day that year.  Thanks for posting because otherwise Nobody would know.  The current Captain of TL-58, a long time BX guy may have been working when Captain TT made his grab the same year.  It was toss up for the Medal Board that year for unbelievable Firemen making spectacular rescues and who would get the Highest Honor.  The Bennet went to Kenny and the Brooklyn guys probably thought it was deserved.  I was working in the BX at the time and didn't have a "horse" in the race".  I am sure the BX guys thought Captain Timothy Gallagher deserved the Bennet.  But at the end of the day, We, the Brothers, know who did what and if people lived, we have fulfilled our oath to save them.  The Highest compliment the Firemen, the Brothers, can bestow on each other is,  "He is a Good Fireman"...
 
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Yes, that's the Duke along with Mr J.  Both of them went to Medal Day that year.  Thanks for posting because otherwise Nobody would know.  The current Captain of TL-58, a long time BX guy may have been working when Captain TT made his grab the same year.  It was toss up for the Medal Board that year for unbelievable Firemen making spectacular rescues and who would get the Highest Honor.  The Bennet went to Kenny and the Brooklyn guys probably thought it was deserved.  I was working in the BX at the time and didn't have a "horse" in the race".  I am sure the BX guys thought Captain Timothy Gallagher deserved the Bennet.  But at the end of the day, We, the Brothers, know who did what and if people lived, we have fulfilled our oath to save them.  The Highest compliment the Firemen, the Brothers, can bestow on each other is,  "He is a Good Fireman"...



 
Great "Duke" story, thanks mack for posting... L 111 had some of the finest firefighters on our job...you could bet "The Nut House" would have one or two medal  winners celebrate Medal Day every year....

Da Prince was on the nob for TT's grab. (L38 meal prep...Da Prince, John Koller (Medal Recipient / RIP), JohnnyGage. There is a fun story coming soon about this meal)...See Reply #322 "Chicken L'Orange"


 
Third from the right is Bob Johnson's Son ...he is a Chauf. in LAD*167 i see him around the neighborhood often.....  https://www.facebook.com/FDNY/photos/a.316291185728/10156778898495729/?type=3&__tn__=-R
 
An old timey photo of Da Prince standing over his favorite meal.  Might be worth something.
 
MUNGO MAN & CHING-A-LINGS

In addition to countless abandoned derelict vehicle fires another nuisance fire was the incessant outside rubbish fire in omnipresent vacant lots. These outside rubbish fires at times were huge mountains of smelly, foul garbage and rotting debris. In these mountains of rubbish were regular household trash, car parts, half eaten dinners, dead animals, clothing and shoes, large and small appliances, car parts, who knows what in liquid containers, bathroom sinks and toilets, mattresses, box springs and tires. The overhaul work was repetitious and tedious; wet rubbish down, pull hot spots, wet down, repeat. Once and a while engine companies would perform hydraulic overhaul by blasting the pile of rubbish with the deck gun.

An offshoot variation of the rubbish fire was the ‘Mungo-Man Fire’. These were fires set in the vacant lots by the “Mungo Man '', who were generally vagrant entrepreneurs of a community that would pile up and burn tires for the steel belt, or mattresses and car seats for the metal frame and electric cords for the copper wire. After the fire cooled down he’d bring the bare recyclable metal to a ‘Junkman’ for cash. Unfortunately, the rubber tires, plastic and wire coating material would create ominous billows of ugly black smoke which looked menacing and smelled awful, local residents would tolerate the Mungo-man just for-so-long before dropping a dime on him calling the fire department. This little shenanigan would be played out almost daily in many parts of the City.

Another offshoot was the burn barrel. While working a day tour with E 88 one late hazy hot summer afternoon we received an ‘Engine only’ phone alarm for a barrel fire on Arthur Avenue in the vicinity of 180 Street, we know this ‘barrel’ well. It sits across the street on Arthur Avenue in a vacant lot opposite the Puerto Rican motorcycle gang known as the “Ching-A- Ling’s”. They are a bike gang that was formed in 1966 with their headquarters on Arthur Avenue in a vacant building that they ‘illegally’ squat.

When we pull up to the lot with the Engine there are two bike members wearing leather vests bedecked with their motorcycle logo standing on the front doorway stoop in front of their joint. There is loud spanish music blasting from within, the two “sentries” appear disinterested in our presence.

The boss in E 88 today is Lt. Kevin Larkin. Lt. Larkin is laid back, a que sera sera, la di da passive kind of guy. Although today the boss appears unusually agitated as we stretch the booster line climbing over rubbish and debris and extinguish the barrel fire in the middle of the lot for the umpteenth time.

It only takes us a few minutes to stretch and extinguish, then hand crank the booster hose back onto it’s reel and like robots we just go through the motions. Just before we mount the apparatus and take up we notice Lt. Larkin with an unusual scowl on his face, with that he approaches the two gang members on the steps, they hardly look up and are impassive. The Boss tells them: “the barrel fire needs to stop, we can’t keep running back and forth for this crap everyday”. The two gang members remain expressionless until the boss says resolutely; “You see these motorcycles lined up here? The next time I come down the block for this barrel fire I am going to have my big red fire engine run over each one of them”. With that the boss turns back to the apparatus and we return to quarters.

The threat worked for a day or so, we were back there again on my next set of tours now with two barrels burning, who were we kidding?

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed.... KMG-365


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