Chief Thomas DeAngelis
I had the honor of being entrusted with the digitizing of Chief Thomas DeAngelis' painting for his widow Patty so that can be used forever at the Ground Zero Memorial. His body was never recovered. The most important project I've been asked to do.
Battalion Chief Thomas DeAngelis Battalion 8
In the Thick of Things
Fifteen years ago, when Thomas P. DeAngelis was promoted to battalion chief in the New York City Fire Department, his wife, Patty, told him: “You’ve been running into burning buildings for 22 years. But you’re a battalion chief now, so you won’t have to do that anymore.” In her heart, she knew better. Tommy DeAngelis would never send a firefighter into a building he had not personally entered and checked out. Around the East 51st Street firehouse in Manhattan, he was known as “Chuckles” because of his sunny good humor and his lust for life: sports, cooking, sailing, carpentry, writing. But when the alarm sounded, he would suddenly become all business. Sometimes he would kick around the idea of retiring in a year or two — he was 51 — maybe to take up writing children’s books. But, again, Mrs. DeAngelis knew better. “He loved being a firefighter way too much to ever quit early,” she said. On Monday, Sept. 10, she had lunch with him at their home in Westbury, on Long Island, before he headed into Manhattan to pull a 24-hour shift. “See you Tuesday night,” she said as he left, giving him a kiss. “Be careful.” Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on December 16, 2001.
I had the honor of being entrusted with the digitizing of Chief Thomas DeAngelis’ painting for his widow Patty so that it may be used forever at the Ground Zero Memorial. His body was never recovered. The most important project I’ve been asked to do.