STEPHEN J. BATES: Family in Fire
Department
Although
Stephen J. Bates liked the solitude of athletic
competitions like running, swimming and bicycling, he was
a team player. Period. That was why he worked for 18
years as a New York City firefighter. The lieutenant
liked the way firefighters relied on one another while
sticking to their vows to save lives and put out
fires.
Most of all, Lieutenant Bates liked the automatic
brotherhood of the job. It gave him the family he always
wanted. His mother died when he was 15, and he was
estranged from his father, said his girlfriend, Joan
Puwalski. He frequently took family- style dinners with
the firefighters at his stationhouse, Engine Company 235
in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. He liked cooking family
dinners for the gang; sauerbraten was his best dish.
The other members of his family were two big dogs who
lived in the home that he shared with Ms. Puwalski in
Glendale, Queens: Samantha, 8, a 105-pound yellow
Laborador retriever, and Norton, 8, an 85- pound
mutt.
"He called them his babies," Ms. Puwalski said.
"Sometimes the four of us would sleep together in our
queen-size bed." That was a squeeze, considering that
Lieutenant Bates, 42, was a big man, standing exactly 6
feet and weighing 235 pounds.
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