Manhattan Beach Fire Station 2

I used to live down the street from the firehouse around 1965 and my sister (Trisha), friends and I used to visit the firefighters at this station. They were always so friendly and would show us around, even let us climb the tower (it was just an open wooden tower then). We really bonded with them, they were always so welcoming.
Well, one summer morning Trisha and I (we were about 7 & 8 years old) got up and ready to go to summer camp but both of our older sisters were not there to walk us. The only person there was a friend of our mom's who was sound asleep. We figured he must be the person whose going to take us so we tried to wake him up. He finally woke up and staggered to his car (little did we know he was high on Lude's) where we all got in and he headed east to the corner where I think he was gonna turn around to make a left turn (our day care was west off of Center St.) He rammed right into a fire hydrant on the corner by the firehouse. Trisha and I were, thankfully, not injured but we never felt more secure and cared for at that moment when the crew ran out to take care of us. They were so awesome!! Your predecessors rocked!!! You all rock my world, all first responders, you are the safety fabric of our nation!!!