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Day Three Hundred & Ninety One: Hasbrouck Heights Firefighters Remember 9/11 September 10th, 2026

Over twenty years ago, I had joined the Hasbrouck Heights Fire Department in Hasbrouck Heights, NJ in June 2005. Some of the guys had started to tell me their stories about going to the piles one night as a Department while we on standby at the firehouse. I asked if anyone ever wrote an article on all this and they said no. I could not believe that no one bothered to tell their story so I got as many of the guys together that were there that day to talk about it for an article I wrote for both The Hasbrouck Heights Gazette and the Hasbrouck Heights Observer in 2006 for the Fifth Anniversary of the attacks. These are their stories:

I do not have a picture of all the guys together as none could get together for a group picture back then. This is a picture of us at an Engine One barbecue at the firehouse Summer of 2017 of which many of the guys attended. Firefighter Ed Carter is forth to the left, Firefighter Bob Pietz is fifth to the right and Chief Tim Moots is is first on the right.

Several Hasbrouck Heights Firefighters Recall 9/11

By Justin Watrel

*I wrote and published this article in September 2006 for the Fifth Anniversary of the Attacks on the World Trade Center for both the Hasbrouck Heights Observer and the Hasbrouck Heights Gazette. Many of the firefighters in the article have since retired or moved on from the Department with Firefighter Greg Rubino being the only current firefighter active on the Department. This is their story from the day of Recovery.

I want to thank the following Hasbrouck Heights Firefighters for assisting in this very moving article: Retired Chief Joe Taylor and Retired Firefighter Tom and Current Firefighter Greg Rubino, Firefighter and former Lieutenant Bob Pietz, Firefighter and Retired Chief Tim Moots and Firefighter and Retired Captain Ed Carter III. Thank you all for your dedication to the Hasbrouck Heights Fire Department.

Author’s Note: I updated this slightly to reflect today but the conversations are verbative from the original article. To keep the flow of the article, I kept the firefighters’ positions in current form through most of the article.

It is hard to imagine that 25 years has passed since the tragic events of September 11, 2001. Since that time, the site has been cleaned up, new buildings have gone up and One World Trade Center (formerly the Freedom Tower) has been built with views overlooking the once devastated City, where all this once happened. The whole configuration of downtown has changed since that time from a business to residential neighborhood. The vibe of the City has changed since that time.

Behind the scenes though, there are the lingering memories of what happened that horrible day 25 years ago and how it touched us as a community. Even though we are only eleven miles from Midtown Manhattan, it seems like a world away.

What many people don’t know is the contribution Hasbrouck Heights made in the recovery process. Our schools and parishes raised money and lent support to many agencies in the City that needed help. In the fire service, several of our members took time out of their busy work schedules to help on the piles with the recovery and help search for victims.

Some of them will never forget what they saw in those days following the tragedy in New York City. The Hasbrouck Heights Fire Department, a volunteer department, sent the following members over to work the piles, former Chief of the Department Joe Taylor Jr., Firefighter Tom Rubino and his son and current member, Greg, retired Firefighter Edmund Carter III and former Firefighter Bob Pietz. Former Chief Tim Moots went over with the Teaneck Fire Department. Many of these brave men shared their experiences that they encountered the days that followed when they helped work the piles years ago.

Former Chief Joe Taylor had been a member of the Department for over twenty years and been a former EMT in Hackensack, NJ said, “I was home watching TV that morning when I turned on the set and saw the towers on fire. I immediately reported to the firehouse for further instructions.”

Retired Firefighter Tom Rubino, a nursing instructor at Bergen Community College, said back then, “We were in classes when the plane hit,” Tom said. “Classes just stopped and everyone was watching TV. There were questions about terrorists but no one was sure. Classes were later suspended because everyone wanted to go home.”

His son Greg, who was at work at Hackensack Hospital said, “From the hospital, we could see smoke coming from the first tower then saw the second plane hit the building. The hospital then went to Code Yellow and we were on standby.”

Retired Firefighter Tim Moots, then a member of the Teaneck Fire Department, was at his home in Fort Lee at the time, when his then wife called to tell him what had happened. “About an hour later, I was called to the Teaneck Firehouse. We were on standby near the George Washington Bridge until 4:00pm. We were then sent over to Hoboken to help with HAZMAT. We were part of the DECON Team hosing people off, who were still arriving from the City at 4:00am.”

Former Fire Fighter Bob Pietz said, “I was working at the hospital installing an air conditioner when the first plane hit. I ended up having to leave the job. When I got back to Heights, the ambulance was called into service and I was on standby with other members of the Fire Department. As a Task Force, we headed to the City but were rerouted by the George Washington Bridge and were released a couple of hours later.”

Retired Firefighter Edmund Carter III was home asleep after a long shift at work, when his then wife informed him that the first tower had been hit. “My initial reaction like everyone else’s was that it was a plane that lost its way, but she informed me that a second plane hit. I then got up, showered and reported to the firehouse, where a lot of members were awaiting further instructions.”

Heading to the Scene:

Everyone on the Department had different reasons for helping in the recovery. All of them wanted to make the best contribution they knew how. Retired Chief Taylor said, “There was a lot of concern from each firefighter for both the City’s citizens and their fellow Brothers in the FDNY. I put out the call and asked members to help.”

Ed Carter said, “I felt I had an obligation to do so. I was given a chance to help in the best way I knew how and was not going to give that opportunity up.” Retired Firefighter Tom Rubino added, “When the call comes out, you respond.”

What they saw at the site still haunts many of the members of the Department. “It was the worst thing I ever saw,” Firefighter Bob Pietz said. “I never saw the magnitude of the destruction.” Chief Taylor added, “I could not believe it. You just could not fathom the destruction.”

Firefighter Tom Rubino explained, “The boat trip over was eerie. The lights were on where the job was being done. The smells were unbearable from the rotting flesh and dust in the air.” It was complete chaos,” his son, Firefighter Greg Rubino added. “I had never seen anything like it. It was like the end of the world.”

“It was only a ten-minute ferry ride over but it felt like forever,” said Firefighter Bob Pietz. “So much smoke was coming from the site.”

When the firefighters reached the site, the initial reaction to the site and the enormity of the situation took hold. Firefighter Tom Rubino explained, “It was like a different world. My first reaction was misbelief and anger.” Firefighter Greg Rubino added, “The smell was unbearable and there was dust, smoke and twisted beams all over the place.”

“It was like a war scene,” said Chief Taylor. “You could not fathom what you were seeing. There in front of you were 110 stories of two towers that stood only a couple of days before.” “It didn’t seem real,” Chief Moots said. “Even when you walked around, it just didn’t sink in that fast. The whole scene was just so overwhelming.”

“You experienced what the media showed and it was worse than what was reported,” added Firefighter Ed Carter. “The smoke hung over everything. I felt anger that fellow firemen, police and citizens from around the area had been killed from the assault on the City.”

Chief Taylor added, “You could not believe what you were seeing. There were cement slabs and bent “I” beams all over the place twisted like pretzels. It was amazing to see police cars and fire trucks smashed, twisted and flattened to nothing. The dust coated everything and the smell of rotting flesh was in the air.”

Some of the men said that while they were arriving at the site, there were still boatloads of civilians leaving the City covered in dust. They would be headed over to the HAZMAT Center, where first responders like Chief Moots would be working with the Teaneck Fire Department. Chief Moots said, “At 10:00pm, it was tough to hose the survivors down, especially after what they had been through. Some were angry, some were hurt and some were still in shock. The comments were heard were, ‘Thank you for all of your help’ and ‘You are so brave for going over there.” “They couldn’t have been more respectful,” Chief Taylor added.

We had a job to do

Even with the enormity of the site, there was a job to do and the men pitched in to do their part. The mood of the work site stuck all of them.

“Everyone was very focused.” Firefighter Bob Pietz said. “Everyone was working as hard as they could and no one was fooling around. The frustration of not finding any survivors was on everyone’s mind.”

“It was very somber,” Chief Moots added. “People had a job to do and there was not much personal conversation. People worked as best they could for as long as they could.”

“People were working with their game faces on determined to do the best job they could,” Chief Taylor said.

“We walked through the site where part of the tower had bent and sagged as shown on TV and we walked past the jagged edge of the wall to reach the area we had to work,” said Firefighter Carter.

While on the site, all the men were given jobs to do, working along side the FDNY and members of other volunteer departments. Some worked on the bucket brigades, while others worked cutting “I” beams and helping move debris.

Firefighter Greg Rubino because of his size, was asked to search through small crevices and assist with searches under the rubble with specially trained dogs to find pocket where people might have been. “With the spotlights and the tower lights you saw everything. You had to be focused so that you were not hurt while helping out.”

“We passed bucket after bucket. Buckets were being passed as fast as we could move,” Chief Taylor described. “I found pencils in sharpeners and receipts from “Windows on the World”, while we were digging. There was a great deal of cooperation, for example: There was a two foot “I” beam that we needed to pass and we immediately got help to cut it.”

Firefighter Carter described, “We dug past part of the building and found a piece of the plane. We notified the people in charge and members of the FBI immediately removed it as evidence.”

Later that evening, an FDNY firefighter’s helmet was found and then his body. “When we came across the fireman’s helmet, everything stopped. The whistle was blown and everyone stopped working. There was silence as the body was wrapped in an American flag and carried out of the site while everyone stood at attention.” Firefighter Carter said.

“I could not believe it when we found the body of the firefighter,” Firefighter Pietz said. “There was silence, then everyone took their helmets off.”

Chief Taylor added that it was done with the utmost care. “People got a little emotional when they saw that. The body was carried out with respect and attention. Then the men went back to work.

Personal Experience

When the men described their overall experience, each one had a different story to tell. Chief Moots describes, “There was an outpouring of thanks. There were loads of supplies, water, tools and food for the people working on the piles. The support volunteers who helped with the supplies were extremely thankful. I will never forget that.”

“I did not want to go back,” Firefighter Carter said. “I was too angry to go back there again. The more I experienced, the more I would carry the scar of the incident.”

Firefighter Pietz added, “It was amazing how everyone came together to help with what was happening on the scene. It was a great feeling that people had for one another, It was the true meaning of brotherhood.”

Chief Moots said, “People can pull together when there is a catastrophe and the expression, ‘here today, gone tomorrow’ is very true. You can almost relate to the experiences that our parents went through during WWII.”

“My main priority was to be with my men,” Chief Taylor said. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. When they wanted Greg Rubino to go into certain voids, I had to disagree. I was there as a firefighter but still looked out for my guys. Everyone wanted to do as much as they could during those days.”

Firefighter Greg Rubino added, “You never thought it could happen here but it did. You see a picture of the skyline now that the towers are not there and you realize how different the world is today.” His father added, “I think I am more tolerate toward my fellow man. People have to learn to appreciate life because in a minute it can all change. You never know when it can be taken away.”

Firefighter Carter summed it up best when he said, “The encounter was different from the time we got there until the time we left. The people who risked their lives in the line of duty are truly what heroism is all about. If I could have rescued one life, I would have done it.”

Will it happen again?

When asked if we are prepared for a next time, most of the men felt the same way. Most felt we would never be prepared because you can’t prepare for everything.

Chief Taylor said, “Will it happen again? It is a probability. You never know what you are getting yourself into in these situations. The people that helped out that day will never forget. You have to be mentally prepared for what might happen. We have made strides but you can never be fully prepared.”

“There will be a lot of chaos if it happens again,” Tom Rubino added. “Have you ever sat down to plan an escape route? Do you know that Route 17 might be like if we had to escape this area? It would be like a parking lot. What preparation we do have now is good but not good enough. People are just not prepared.”

“It could be hard to stop a threat,” his son, Greg added. “You just can’t predict what can happen next. You have a strong feeling that something might happen, you have to prepare yourself for the future.”

“There have been many improvements since 9/11.” Chief Moots explained. “So much time and resources have been dedicated to better preparation but we have to prioritize.”

Chief Taylor concluded our interview with, “People tend to forget over time. You can’t prepare for everything. Things are tough when Homeland Security funding is being cut in this area of the country. The one thing I can say is that the City called our small town and asked us to help. We responded to the call and gave it our best.”

Author’s Note: As a nineteen-year veteran of the Hasbrouck Heights Fire Department, I wanted to thank my Brothers for sharing their story twenty years ago. Many have since retired from the department but their legacy lives on in the younger firefighters. I was very proud to tell these men’s story and we should appreciate how our town of Hasbrouck Heights responded that day when we were needed. Thank you!

Author and Retired Firefighter Justin Watrel (Author Justin Watral)

Author and Fire Fighter Justin Watral

Day Three Hundred and Ninety-My Life as a Fireman: The 20th Anniversary of my novel, “Firehouse 101” September 9th, 2026

Author and Fire Fighter Justin Watral
Author and Fire Fighter Justin Watrel with his novel, “Firehouse 101” on sale at IUniverse.com.

Exert from my Novel “Firehouse 101” Chapter “A Trip to the Firehouse”:

In 2005, just as I was interviewing to become a Hasbrouck Heights Fire fighter, I published my novel, the second in a New York City Trilogy (that I am still working on), titled “Firehouse 101”. I had been writing the book since January 2002, inspired by my best friend who had survived the Towers that tragic day.

This was the story of Alex Livingston, a Honolulu Hotel executive, who moves from Waikiki to Brooklyn, NY when the Marriott hotel he works at transfers him when business declined at his hotel in Hawaii a year after the attacks.

While living in Brooklyn, Alex befriends Ryan Callahan, a member of the FDNY and a third generation firefighter. Ryan’s survival the day of the attacks still haunt him over a year later and Alex sees a community still reeling from the attacks.

Firehouse 101: available for sale on the following platforms:

IUniverse.com:

https://www.iuniverse.com/BookStore/BookDetails/101408-FIREHOUSE-101

Amazon:

https://www.amazon.ae/Firehouse-101-Justin-Watral/dp/0595367712

Walmart Books:

https://www.walmart.com/ip/FIREHOUSE-101-9780595367719/150132437

If you want to read a section of the novel, you can read it on Google Books:

Google Books:

From the Chapter “Visiting the Firehouse” storyline:

In the novel, Alex goes to Firehouse 101 located just off Boerum Hill, Brooklyn to assist Ryan in cooking a monthly family breakfast that has occurred every month since the attacks to bring families together with the current firefighters families so they do not feel forgotten. This is when Alex, a Hotelier and Culinarian with the Marriott Metrotech, realizes that Ryan can’t cook.

I have posted darker excerpts of the book online but this is one of the funnier parts of my novel. To read the rest of the story to see what happens next, you can buy the book through IUniverse.com, my publisher, Amazon, Walmart, Barnes & Nobel or any other online book company. “Firehouse 101” is a print on demand book and an eBook.

“A Visit to the Firehouse”:

Saturday night Alex went to bed early. He could not believe he had to get up this early to cook with Ryan. Who even heard of a guy that couldn’t cook? An Italian guy at that? This was the twenty first century and people have progressed on. Leslie had told Alex that Ryan’s life was similar to a 50’s sitcom. Was that why Leslie and Ryan broke up? She did not see herself in the 50’s? Or was it the other way around and Ryan could not leave his secure world for the unknown? Some people have a tough time letting go of what they’ve lived their whole life.

            After 9/11, the outside world had finally seen inside the fire fighters world. It had opened people’s eyes. They found it fascinating, like a new stage play. But as Leslie pointed out, fame is fleeting. It was Andy Warhol’s term “15 minutes of fame”. Leslie said the media makes something a hot topic and it stays that way until the next hot topic comes around. Alex turned and went to sleep. That night, he had that dream again about running down the stairs as fast as he could, this time hearing crashing noises above.

            Alex got up at five the next morning and decided to get to the firehouse early. He was groggy, but knew that after working many a breakfast at both Marriott’s and Hiltons, it pays to be early and set up. It was still dark outside as Alex walked down the quiet streets of Boerum Hill. He relished the silence. Alex paused and looked at the tree lined side streets. It really was a beautiful neighborhood, full of character. It was a special neighborhood; he could see why the association worked so hard to protect it.

            The door to the firehouse was open, Alex was glad as he wasn’t sure of how else to get in. One of the guys was downstairs manning the radio. Alex looked out of place with his chef’s whites and checked pants. When business got slow in Hawaii, just like in New York, Alex worked in the kitchen, honing the skills that he had learned at UNLV. The Marriott gave him the uniform to keep just in case.

            “Hi,” Alex said softly to the guy at the radio. “I’m a friend (was he?) of Ryan’s. I’m helping him out this morning with breakfast. Where can I find him?” “Yous helping Ryan?” the guy yawned. He had the thickest Brooklyn accent Alex had ever heard. “He’s upstairs in the kitchen, top of the stairs and turn left,” he said and went back to work. Another firefighter walked down the stairs as Alex went up. He stared at Alex and said, “Are yous catering or somethin’?”  “I’m here to help Ryan out with breakfast,” Alex said. “Thank God, his food tastes like shit,” the guy grumbled as he passed Alex. I love the way New Yorkers phrase things. There is no holding back, Alex said to himself as he finally found the kitchen.

            It was not very impressive. The equipment seemed old but functional. There were two ovens, a stove, and a griddle with enough room to work with on the side. It wasn’t a huge kitchen but it would do.  Alex wondered if it fit all the guys in the house at one time. The building was old. Alex wondered if these walls could talk what would they say? About losses and triumphs of the past? Tales of fires big and small and stories of probies (probationary officers) past? There was a lot of history here. Alex pondered the past. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t see Ryan enter.

            “What? Are you okay?” Ryan asked. “Sorry, I was thinking of something. So what are we doing this morning? What did you want to make?” Alex asked, rubbing his hands together. Ryan told him that there would be more people than expected. “How many?” Alex asked, “Fourteen, fifteen?” “Are you kidding me? Try twenty six!” Ryan said. Alex looked surprised and said, “Twenty six? Jesus Christ, we have to get to work,” Alex said collecting himself. He would kill Ryan later. “Okay, what do we have to do first?” Alex looked at the clock, it was now six. How was he going to pull this off?

            With so many people, everything was going to be served buffet style. Thank God, Alex thought, for the old buffet line. “So what are we making?” Alex asked. “Bacon, eggs, toast, potatoes, French Toast, sausage, muffins, and we have some melons,” Ryan replied. “Okay, so what has been done?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” Ryan said innocently, pointing to several bags of groceries. Alex looked incredulously at the bags and yelled, “Nothing?! I can’t believe it, when does all this have to be done by?” “Between seven thirty and eight,” Ryan replied. “If I weren’t in a rush, I’d kill you now. Let’s get to work,” Alex said, emptying the bags as fast as he could. Alex suggested Ryan peel the potatoes and put them in water so they didn’t brown. He would get the muffins started. Alex asked where the muffin pans were and Ryan pointed to the bags again. Ryan was surprised as he heard Alex mutter a few swear words in Italian that he had picked up from his grandfather. So that’s when the Italian shows, Ryan said to himself.

            As they unloaded the bags, Alex looked Ryan square in the eye and said, “I’ll get you for this.” Ryan peeled the potatoes and put them in the water, while Alex preheated the oven and read the directions on the muffin package. These were easy, two eggs and water and mix. The muffins would only take twenty five minutes. Alex cut the four loaves of bread for the French toast and asked, “Why are there four full loaves with so much other food?” “You’ve never been in a firehouse for breakfast before have you?” Ryan asked, taking his time to peel the potatoes. He was not doing that great a job.

            Alex finished slicing the bread and put it aside. He cracked several eggs in a bowl and mixed it with milk and vanilla. “Ryan, I’ve told you about my pancake breakfasts with my mother’s cousin up in Greenwich. Now where is the cinnamon and nutmeg?” Ryan pointed at a spice rack and said, “Alex, serving people at a pancake breakfast and cooking for a group of fire fighters are two different things.” “Ryan, please,” Alex said stirring the cinnamon mixture with sugar and putting it into the refrigerator to cool and said, “How much can people possibly eat?” “Just wait,” Ryan said with a smile. Alex started to get the bacon ready on sheet pans to put under the broiler, and then realized that the muffins weren’t done yet. He looked at the time, shit it was getting late.

            “Ryan, can you speed it up a bit with those potatoes, it’s getting late.” Alex dropped a pound of butter in a pot for clarified butter for the potatoes and the buzzer finally went off for the muffins. Damn these things come out perfect Alex said to himself. Why do people even bother making them from scratch? Alex threw the bacon in the broiler and set the griddle for the sausage and French toast. He looked at Ryan, who was still peeling potatoes and said to himself, he’s worthless in here. Alex was ready to kick him out of the kitchen.

            Didn’t this guy know the meaning of the words “Mise en place”? (Everything in its place). Alex cut the sausage into patties and put them on the griddle. On the other side of the griddle, he started the French toast. Ryan finally finished peeling the potatoes. “The best thing to do now is cut them in sixths and we’ll make them with the onions you have over there. Then crack the eggs, we can scramble them last,” Alex said as he turned the bacon over, flipped all the sausage and finished the first batch of French toast. Alex stopped for a second and wondered who was in charge here? How come Ryan wasn’t moving faster?

            Ryan finished cracking the eggs and scrambled them with milk as Alex got the bacon out of the oven and drained it in batches. There was some commotion in the other room as the men started to get up. All of sudden a little boy burst into the kitchen and caught Alex off guard. He almost dropped hot bacon on the kid.

            “Uncle Ryan,” the child yelled as he grabbed Ryan’s leg and hugged him. “Alex, this is Patrick Jr.,” Ryan said with a big smile as he reached down and hugged the child. Alex looked at the time and panicked. Crunch time. “Hi Kiddo,” is all Alex could mutter. The sausages were being drained, the bacon was now done and the next batch of French toast was on the griddle. “Patrick is my friend Patrick’s son. He’s four years old,” Ryan explained. Alex stopped in his tracks. This was Patrick’s son!? Patrick had children? Alex looked at the little boy; it was so sad that he left such a charming son behind.

            “Where are you’re sisters?” Ryan asked. Sisters? “They’re outside with everyone else, come with me,” Patrick Jr. said. “Do you mind?” Ryan said and he followed Patrick Jr. out the door, leaving Alex alone in the kitchen. He was lucky that no one went into the kitchen. He grabbed the four platters and ran through each dish one by one.

            He lined the platters with paper for the bacon and the sausage and put them in the warmer, finished the French toast and put the platter in the warmer. He placed the muffins on a platter off to the side. He then took two sheet pans and started the toast. He thought about what Roger had said. Was Ryan using survivor guilt on him?

            Two more children burst into the kitchen and yelled, “We’re hungry! Who are you?” as they gave Alex a strange look. Alex looked back, not knowing how to explain it to two little kids and said, “I’m a cook.” They looked at one another, as if Alex was a Martian. They asked together, “Can we have something to eat?” “No. You’ll ruin your breakfast,” Alex tried to say. “Whahhhhh, we’re hungry!” they screamed. “Okay, okay,” Alex said giving them some muffins and quickly turned over the toast. “Here you go, now make like bananas and split,” Alex said shooing them out of the kitchen. “He’s just like my mom,” one kid said to the other. “Yeah, bossy!” the other said as they ran out the door with their muffins. All Alex could think was that these kids had inherited their parents’ way of speaking. It was funny to hear these accents on seven year olds.

            Ryan came back into the kitchen as Alex turned over the toast one more time in the broiler. “Where have you been? It’s like the attack of the little kids in here,” Alex said pulling the toast out. “I forgot to tell you the wives bring their kids,” Ryan said. “So I found out. I had to bribe two little kids to get them out of the kitchen. They told me that I acted like their mother,” Alex said out of breath.

            “They’re typical kids,” Ryan said. Alex heard a lot of talking in the dining area. “Are the guys up?” Alex asked throwing the potatoes on the grill with some chopped onions and butter. “Yeah, some of the guys are greeting their wives that showed up for breakfast,” Ryan said as he started to cut up the five melons.  Alex flipped the potatoes. “Do you have a brush?” Alex asked. “For what?” Ryan wanted to know. “The toast! Honestly Ryan, I don’t get you. You plan all this out and you act like you don’t know what to do. How did you ever do this in the past? Magic?” Alex said flustered. Ryan looked down at the floor and said, “I always had Patrick with me and he knew what to do.” Alex immediately went quiet.

            He looked at Ryan for a second like he was ready to cry. “I’m sorry. I just want this to come out right,” Alex said. Ryan controlled himself and said, “I’m sorry for leaving you in the kitchen.” He saw the brush they used to make barbecued chicken and handed it to Alex, who at this point was suffering from a massive guilt complex.

            “Thanks,” Alex said taking the melted butter and brushing it on the toast, cutting it and putting it on another platter. Ryan finished cutting all the melon cut and put it on another platter. “Oh, I forgot to make the cawfee,” Ryan said to Alex who then burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ryan asked. “The way you said it “Cawfee”, I want some cawfee and cake, like a true New YAWKA,” Alex said shaking his head (no matter how Alex tried, he just liked to make fun of Ryan). Ryan was fed up with Alex’s criticism of the way he talked and walked up to him and said in a serious tone, “Alex, I would cut the crap with this accent stuff. All the guys in the house talk like this. This is Brooklyn. No one speaks your perfect lockjaw ‘Connecticut English’. Did you know you sound funny to us?” “Hey, you want me to leave?” Alex said, “I don’t seriously need this crap on my day off.” Alex was exhausted and still had a batch of potatoes and the eggs to finish and Ryan was no help with any of it!

            “I’m sorry, but watch it,” Ryan said, “some of the guys won’t appreciate it.” Alex put this into perspective. The idea of twenty guys with easy access to fire axes shut him up. “I’ll keep quiet,” Alex said turning the last batch of potatoes as Ryan arranged the melon on the platter. They were in the home stretch when two guys in jeans and ‘Firehouse 101” tee shirts walked into the kitchen. “Ryan, when the hell are we going to eat? We’re starved!” they yelled. They stopped in their tracks and looked at Alex.

            They looked at Ryan and said, “Who the hell is this? You had to hire a cook to help you?” Alex held back from cracking up again and just smiled. “This is Alex; he works over at the Marriott…”Ryan started to say. “How did he get here?” one of the guys said. “We live in the same building and Ryan asked me for help,” Alex said, “we’ll have everything out in five minutes. I promise,” Alex said professionally. “Okay, but this better be good,” the other guy said. As they headed through the doors, they yelled in the room, “Hey everyone, Ryan’s got a chef in here!” Alex looked at Ryan and said, “I hate you”.

            The only thing left were the scrambled eggs. Alex said, “I’ll finish the eggs. Why don’t you get all the rest of the stuff out so it does not get cold and those kids don’t come back in here,” Alex said as Casey and two new probies came into the kitchen. “Who’s the cook?” a probie said as he saw Alex putting the rest of the rest of the potatoes on the platter. “What’s he doing back here?” Casey asked pointing his finger at Alex, “don’t you have a home to go to?” He and the guys laughed. Alex had enough and said, “Look why don’t you shut up and be helpful. These platters aren’t going to walk out on their own, so get them out.” He had put up enough with this shit. “Fine, you don’t have to yell at us,” one of the probies said. Alex handed each of them a towel and a platter and said that the platters were hot. They let the room grumbling. “Ryan, could you take the French Toast out. I don’t want to over cook it,” he said as he powered sugared it, “it’s too bad we have no orchids. They look great on platters.” “Huh?” Ryan questioned.

            “In Hawaii, we put orchids on out platters,” Alex said, “it makes a nice effect on the presentation.” “You are truly weird,” Ryan said as he took the French toast and bacon out. Alex cleaned the griddle and started the eggs. Thank God they are quick. Alex looked at the time. It was 8:10 am. They were just a little behind schedule. Alex put the eggs on the platter, picked up the platter of potatoes and walked out the door. He was not expecting a crowd watching him.

            Alex walked into the dining area. There were about thirty people sitting around laughing. They took one look at him and everyone went silent. Alex stood there with the platters in hand when one of the little kids said, “That’s the guy who gave us the muffin. See, he does exist, Mommy!” Alex said “Hi, here are the eggs, Ryan. I’ll have the toast out in a minute,” and darted back into the kitchen. God, that was embarrassing. They looked at him like he was from Mars.

            As he finished the last platter, Ryan came back into the kitchen. “You made a splash,” Ryan said. “Shut up and take this platter out,” Alex said tired. “Are you coming in to eat?” Ryan asked. “I’m fine. I had a piece of French toast. I can’t eat this much this early in the morning. You go with your guests and the rest of the guys and I’ll clean up,” Alex said. “You sure?” Ryan asked. “I’m fine, unless we need more food,” Alex kidded. “We’ll be okay for right now. I’ll keep you posted,” Ryan said as he went back into the dining area. ‘I’ll keep you posted?’ Alex thought to himself as he started to clean up.

            As Ryan exited, Captain Giovanni entered the kitchen. Alex looked up and thought to himself, ‘oh this just keeps getting better’. “Hi Carmen,” Alex said innocently as he was wiping the table down. “Alex, what are you doing here? Can’t get enough of the firehouse? I told you, you can get sucked in,” Carmen kidded. “Carmen, Ryan asked me to help him with the breakfast,” Alex started to explain, “I hope I’m not crossing any boundaries.” Alex was still afraid he was trespassing. “Don’t worry about it, Alex. It’s just funny to see you in our kitchen,” Carmen said looking over the mess that Alex was cleaning up. “You are staying to clean up, right?” Carmen asked. “Will all be done soon,” Alex said getting back to work.

            As Alex washed the sheet pans, dried the utensils and neatly stacked everything, he couldn’t believe the looks he got from the people outside. Alex felt like he was in a fishbowl. In Greenwich, those visits were like visiting someone’s house. He never felt this uncomfortable at those pancake breakfasts but then he was a little kid whom the guys would throw over his shoulder. As he thought harder, he always wondered why Alex Senior had not done the same. Other guys talked about playing horsy and the piggy-back rides their dads gave them as kids. At his house, it was golf, swimming and tennis lessons at the club. The world changes as you get older and the things that you did as a child differ from those as an adult. Alex cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and put everything away.

            Alex tied up the garbage and as he finished mopping the floor, Ryan walked in. “Thanks for leaving me here to clean up,” Alex said. “You said to go outside and join the guests,” Ryan said defending himself. “I’m sorry, I’m tired. Where does the trash go?” Alex asked. Ryan grabbed the trash and dropped it out the window. He looked out the window to see two garbage cans with the tops off. The garbage bag went directly in. That’s convenient Alex thought to himself.

            Alex asked if they had enough food. Ryan laughed and told him they just made it. The last muffin had been grabbed as he walked into the kitchen. “You’re kidding me, right?” Alex said almost shocked, “Ryan that was three pounds of bacon, three pounds of sausage, ten pounds of potatoes, two loaves of bread and that was just for the toast, not to mention the French Toast, muffins and three dozen eggs.” “You forgot the melon,” Ryan smiled. “Who the hell can eat all that food so early in the morning?” Alex questioned. “Look outside the kitchen,” said Ryan. It was too much for him to eat so early. He preferred brunch where you could eat later. Having those waffles the other day with Leslie was even a stretch for him.

            “Alex, these are fire fighters and their families. Trust me, these guys can eat. You need the strength for the job,” Ryan said. “To do what, lift an elephant?” Alex said. Although Ryan and a few of the other guys were in good shape, most of the guys looked like Casey, slightly over-weight with a small gut hanging over their pants. I guess they just work it off Alex thought and shrugged it off.

Hasbrouck Heights firehouse chef:

Art imitates life. Me cooking the last Engine One barbecue before I left for Grad School. Me setting up the buffet for dinner June 2022.

Author and Bloggers Note:

You can see what happens next by reading the novel “Firehouse 101”.

Retired Fire Fighter Justin Watrel, 19 year veteran of the Hasbrouck Heights Fire Department in Hasbrouck Heights, NJ.

My blog “My Life as a Fireman”:

https://mywalkinmanhattan.com/category/my-life-as-a-fireman-ff-justin-watrel