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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

In Memoriam - Manuel Mojica Jr.


Manuel Mojica Jr. ("Manny Mo" to his friends) was a firefighter with Squad 18 and was killed on 9/11. Their firehouse is located a few blocks from my job, and I used to see him standing with the guys outside on my way to the video store or the tanning salon. He was big and beefy (with HUGE arms), and was always smiling - so of course I noticed him. When I found out he was one of the firefighters that died that day I was so sad. Even though I didn't know him, I knew OF him, and it really hit home. I even wrote a (really bad) poem and left it in front of the firehouse with all the flowers, candles, etc. I don't have a copy of the poem anymore, but the following memory is much better than my awful poetry anyway:

From the New York Times:


Manuel Mojica Jr.: A Motorcycle Man's Ritual
If you missed the muscle-bound guy with six tattoos, smirk tucked under his mustache, roaring around on a Harley-Davidson, Manny Mo — as Manuel Mojica Jr. was known — had one more way to announce himself. Without using his fingers, he could whistle so forcefully that he never had to ring his fiancĂ©e's apartment buzzer. One blast, and Anna Vecchione on the sixth floor knew he was waiting. So did people blocks away.After they married, moved to Bellmore, N.Y., and became the parents of Stephanie and little Manny, that whistle reverberated across Little League fields, where he coached with his firefighting buddy and fellow Yankee fan, Bernard Floody. Manny Mo was a confident, low-key guy with a big heart, a king of the backyard barbecue, Firefighter Floody said.Perhaps because Firefighter Mojica, 37, was the middle child between his sisters Vinia and Letty, he was a natural peacemaker. So when Squad Company 18 of Manhattan, a rescue unit, went to a call, he calmed the frightened. To calm his frightened wife, he never spoke of the harrowing fires. But even a Harley man with a screeching whistle had a comforting ritual: After a shift, no matter the hour, Manny Mo always had a bedtime snack of milk and cookies.

Manny, thank you for your bravery and sacrifice. God rest your soul.

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