Who is old enough to remember the Mykawa Train Explosion in Oct of 71?
We lived on Bronson Street, behind the neighborhood was Fire Station 51, several of the fireman lived in our neighborhood, Mr. Bennett and Mr. Taylor.
As kids we would hang out there playing dominoes, pool and listening to their stories.
On the day of the explosion I was at the Bennett's house with Robert (oldest boy who went on to retire from the HFD), his mother was upset listening to radio, the big explosion had just happened.
We knew 51 was on that call as most of HFD was.
Robert was worried about his dad.
We grabbed a Honda 90 bike and took off toward Telephone Road.
When we go there it was closed and we could see the smoke from where we were.
We took off parallel across to Telephone RD riding in the fields until we found a spot with no police and crossed over to the fields on the other side.
We road toward the smoke having to jump barb wire fences with the bike until we rolled up on the site.
Man it was like a war zone.
All of a sudden we see Mr. B and Mr. Taylor walking past us - it was strange but one stopped and asked us what we were doing there.
First thing we noticed was the back of their helmets were burned and melted to their big over coats.
For some reason Mr. B turned and saw us, man he let us have it.
Later he told us him and Taylor were walking away from the wreckage when the big explosion happened, the blast blew over their heads and blew them about 70 feet in the air.
We shagged back on the bike and went home down Telephone to Alameda Genoa then home.
Got some crazy looks from the cops when they stopped us, we told them where we were coming from and they let us go.
We told Mrs. B not worry that Mr. B and Taylor were OK - when she asked how we knew, long silence then we told her we talked to them.
She turned white and walked away.
They never said anything again to us for going out there.
On top of the list of crazy shit I had done.