Another St. Paddy's Day in the books

Sláinte!

I’m not gonna lie. I’m not a big fan of St. Patrick’s Day, and I was exhausted from working the crazy-busy weekend. But Monday was the big day, and we were down the homestretch. I hopped in the shower, threw on a green shirt and rode a Citi bike across town to throw open the doors at 10am.

Say hello to my first customers—

FDNY Engine 3/Tower Ladder 12/Battalion 7

I mean…! Who’s luckier than me?

Some colleagues said they felt sorry for me having to go in early, but frankly, I don’t have the stamina (or the stomach) to work the night shifts. Believe me—I have zero interest in the shenanigans that anyone gets up to at 4am….! Let me get home to my dog before the mayhem starts; I’m far too old for that nonsense.

Nope, ringing in St. Paddy’s Day with this crew—before they headed out to march in the parade—was the perfect start to my day. AND THEY BROUGHT DONUTS. (Just when you think you can’t possibly love firefighters any more…)

They’ve helped us out of jams too many times to count, and just knowing they’re around the corner brings a tremendous feeling of comfort.

So just in case you were wondering—New York’s Bravest are also New York’s Kindest.