Chris ("Doc") Dougherty (L) & Kevin Kuhr (R)
I spent my best days in
the FDNY in the Bronx.
At every step of the way I’ve met GREAT
people...EXCEPTIONAL men.
When I was at E92 & L44 in the Morrisania
section of the South Bronx, that firehouse, like most others was filled with a
collection of “characters,” guys who were “different,” but endlessly amusing...“Firehouse
Crazy” is the term some used to describe them, as opposed to clinically
crazy.
Shortly after I transferred from Engine 92 to 44
Truck, I was assigned a guy named Kevin Kuhr as a mutual partner...the guy you
exchange tours with.
I hadn’t known Kevin very well when I was in the
Engine, but I knew he was “a man of few words and a perpetual scowl.” Kevin had
the menacing presence of a Biker, with a large Fu Manchu mustache that made it
seem as though he was always snarling...and he had a rebel flag tattoo on each
forearm. In some ways, Kevin looked like that Brutus/Pluto character on L-44's
patch (pictured).
In short, he wasn’t the friendliest looking guy around.
So, I approached my first real contact with “Kevin
K. Kuhr” (his nickname, get it? “KKK”?) with some trepidation. I had no
expectation I’d be one of Kev’s favorite people, or that we'd even get along,
but then again, I never EXPECT another person to like me. Free people are, in
fact, free to like and dislike others for ANY reason, or NO reason at all. No
one has any right to expect others to like them.
At any rate, I quickly found Kevin to be the easiest
guy to work with. He suggested, “Why don’t we set up our mutuals a month in
advance with each guy working the half that his group is in first, so if it’s
Wednesday night/Thursday day and Thursday night/Friday day, whoever’s group is
in Wednesday night does that first half? If either of us needs a swap, we can
call in advance and work something out.” That worked out fine and Kevin became
the best mutual partner I ever had.
On "OT" (over-time), I got to work a
number of tours with Kevin and I can honestly say that no one attacked a fire
with more vigor than Kevin did. While he never pretended to like everyone, he
always went above and beyond at jobs (fires).
I’ve always found that it’s usually guys like Kevin
(well, maybe not all of them as taciturn, or rough around the edges as Kevin),
but guys who see a fire as a challenge NOT the guys who say things like, “Every
time I think of a kid trapped in a fire, I think of my own kids,” who
consistently go ALL OUT!
The guy who says things like, “Every time I think of
a kid trapped in a fire, I think of my own kids,” are usually the guys too
focused on making sure they get back to their own kids. Guys like Kevin and
others who rise to the challenge, tend to get “lost in the focus of that
challenge” and it’s they who tend to, more often than not, go “above and beyond”
what could be expected.
I was, sad to say, at Kevin’s last job. I had the
roof and he was the Outside Vent, or “OV.” Together our positions made up
"the Outside Team," as opposed to the Officer, the "Can" (the
firefighter carrying the 2½ gallon extinguisher) and the "Irons" (the
firefighter carrying the forcible entry tools) who comprised "the Inside
Team." The Outside Team members worked isolated and alone/apart. At any
rate, towards the end of the fire, we had 44’s Bucket at the Roof and were
sending all the saws, roof ropes and a few other tools down “express,” as we,
who'd worked on the roof, would make our way down through the fire building.
Kevin made his way up to us and came over to me and
said, I can’t lift my arm.”
“Above where,” I asked.
“I can’t lift it above here,” he replied...he wasn’t
raising it at all.
We sent Kevin down in the Bucket with the tools.
It turned out he’d cracked the ball of his shoulder
joint tearing apart the fire apartment. He needed to have his shoulder
rebuilt...and NEVER worked full duty again.
Without ANY question, most “Left-of-Center” folks
I've met, not knowing Kevin, would see him as a vile misanthropic, “racist.” He
could be "the poster image" for "white redneck" in their
minds. Funny story, such people have no reasonable frame of reference from
which to judge the likes of Kevin Kuhr. It would be best if such people simply
thanked those like Kevin, or simply said nothing...and just walked away.
Despite being incredibly non-PC and reveling in
making others uncomfortable...my wife, born and raised in Kingston, Jamaica,
once told me, after meeting Kevin, “I was very nervous around him. He never
said a word to me. He’s the only guy I get a bad vibe from”...Kevin always rose
to the occasion at fires, when needed most.
So, yeah, I get that Kevin certainly gave off a “bad
vibe,” mostly by design, I believe. He seemed to want to keep people off
him...or, away from him, which IS his right as a free American.
All that said, in my view, from what I saw of Kevin,
and it was a pretty large sampling, he was a “VERY good fireman” and that’s the
highest compliment anyone can pay another in the Fire Service.
I truly miss Kevin Kuhr. Morrisania should miss him
and many others of that generation, as well, the Finer’s Ginty’s Velten’s,
Kenny’s, South’s, Fraser’s, Dembry’s, McGowan’s, Tyson’s, Sullivan’s and many,
many more.
In Kevin’s case, he did his job quietly, without
fanfare and despite having done it without any expression of either affection,
or compassion for those in the area we worked, he did it with a real and very
deep passion...and did it very well.
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