PATRICK J. BROWN: The Bravest and
Grumpiest
Yes,
Capt. Patrick J. Brown was a firefighting hero. But oh,
there was so much more. "Everything he tackled, he gave
300 percent," said Sharon Watts &emdash; onetime
fiancée, ever a good friend &emdash; whether
firefighting, music or yoga. He squeezed a baby grand
into his apartment, and once puzzled a piano teacher who
had arrived looking for "Little Patty Brown." He loved
Broadway shows, saying that in another life he might have
been a choreographer.
Ms. Watts recalled fondly that when she and Captain
Brown, 48, a Vietnam veteran, started dating, he asked
her to go with him to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in
Lower Manhattan. "We saw flowers that had been knocked
over, and we set them up again."
When he worked in Harlem, he bicycled from his
Stuyvesant Town apartment to 149th Street, but at Ladder
Company 3 on 13th Street, she said, "he could run to his
firehouse and take his yoga mat with him."
He was "a deeply spiritual man," said a friend, James
Remar, "but he was far too humble to advertise that."
It was hard to pull him out of the city, said his
sister, Carolyn Negron, who lives on Long Island. "He had
to be around that action. My father used to say, `If our
house is on fire, he ain't coming.' "
Captain Brown sometimes called himself a "grumpy old
man," Ms. Watts said, so for his 47th birthday, she
hand-painted a cereal bowl for him that said "To Pat:
FDNY's Bravest and Grumpiest."
He never married. "He had felt so much loss," she
said. "He didn't want anyone close to him to feel the
pain of losing someone."
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