My own community service began in 1964 when I joined the cadet unit at the Freehold First Aid Squad. Riding the rigs was a great part of my last two years in high school. Let me be completely candid with you. I joined for the excitement. However, over the years it dawned on me that I was doing something good for Freehold. I came to feel that I had a place in town and that I was doing good works for my fellow citizens.
Somewhere along the way things changed. The quiet rural community of my youth in Freehold Township disappeared while I was away for four years in the U.S. Air Force. The population grew tremendously and a great many of the farms were covered over new tract homes. My childhood memories were erased by builders and their bulldozers.
However, that did not stop me from picking up where I left off in the first aid squad. However, it was a bit more difficult finding all of the new addresses in town. Just before I got married in 1972, I moved to the Village of Adelphia and began serving my newly-adopted community. So it has been for the past 33 years with the Adelphia Fire Company.
Neither the community nor I have remained static. Howell Township has grown from the 1,100 citizens of my youth to a suburban community approaching 50,000 people. More than 3,000 units of housing have been built within one air mile of my home. The new people who have moved into our community are far different than those of us who are home-grown.
All I here from the newcomers is a litany of pissing, moaning, griping, and bitching. Many have told me about how great things were where they came from. Fortunately I have never given any of these groaners the obvious answer their complaints so richly deserved. That would be something along the lines of, "