Station 1, mid-1970s, 1 a.m.
The crew was catching some ‘zs. I awakened to the voice of Archie Bowels and the often-heard phrase, “Alameda Fire Department.” The plea of a female voice on the other end was alarming.
“There’s fire coming out the windows of a house across the street and people are trapped!” she said.
Before the lights turned on and before we were dispatched, the beds were emptied and everyone was moving down the stairs and across the apparatus room to the rigs. I was driving Truck 1; Otis Clifton was driving Engine 1. Read more >> about Growing Up in Alameda: Motorcycles! In the living room?