Eric Allen: All the Right
Things
Here
are some ways that a short man got by:
Eric Allen was diligent, determined and headstrong. He
was so tough, so capable, that it would never occur to
people to look down on him, a 5-foot-5 tower of gym-rat
power.
He knew how to size up potential trouble quickly and
dodge it adroitly. Once, while driving cross-country with
his buddy Joe Ruggiero, the two walked into a bar on the
Texas-Oklahoma border and, in the blinding daylight, saw
half a dozen oversized cowboys playing dominoes.
"Drinks for everyone on us!" shouted Mr. Allen, buying
a barfull of friends.
The short guy cast a long shadow: Mr. Allen, 44, was a
ubiquitous, modest Mr. FixIt for friends and the elderly
in his Bay Ridge, Brooklyn neighborhood.
His motto was "Do the right thing," which for him
meant taking extra courses to be eligible for the
hazardous duties of Rescue Squad 18 of Manhattan.
He was a sweetie with a crust, a shy man who loved
acting.
As he drove on jaunts to the country with his wife,
Angelica (whom he nicknamed Schnauzer) and their
3-year-old, Kathleen (whom he nicknamed Mouse) he would
make up songs about how much he loved them, yelping
happily.
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