Firefighter III
Deceased:
01/02/2022
Appointed:
06/17/1973
Pensioned:
02/05/2003 – FS75
Services:
TBA
Donations:
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Widows, Orphans & Disabled Firefighter’s Fund
PO BOX 41903
Los Angeles, CA 90041
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I enjoyed working with James. The man was an inspiration to me. He was always saying something, his way, lol, but I appreciated him for just being real. Good man, RIP
Jimmy, please rest in peace.
Jim was one in a gaggle in a stack of gaggles. Always interesting, had HIS way!
Rest easy, Brother!
Bob Fogelman
I don’t mean any disrespect but I don’t think “Gentleman Jim” will Rest In Peace . And I don’t think he would want to have it any other way. I had “ the pleasure” (and for me it was) of working with Jim at 75’s and enjoyed talking to him one on one. And I agree with Bob Fogelman when he wrote, “Always interesting, had HIS way,” He certainly did. I vividly remember one shift when I walked into the “pool room” and found him
alone with a broom in his hand. I made a forgotten comment about his “work ethic” and his response was,
“What’s so (obscenity) hard about pushing a broom around!” It wasn’t a question.
When I will think of Jim I will remember a quote of John Wayne, “I won’t be wronged. I won’t be insulted.
I won’t be laid a-hand on….” Followed by a few obscenities., of course.
Rest well, Jim,
Bill Binder
Working with Gentleman Jimmy Mangers was an experience that I will never forget nor do I want to. Jim was a very knowledgeable paramedic and always delivered superior medical care to his patients. He had a very compassionate way about him that generally put his patients at ease.
However, he was one of the most colourful partners that I ever worked with. On midnight runs out of 22’s, you would always see the glow of a cigarette coming down the pole when he was sliding to the apparatus floor (Camel, Pall Mall Red, Chesterfield or Lucky.) During responses, he enjoyed banging on the side of the rig or a civilian’s car in instances of a failure to yield and inviting the xxx, to pull over and grab a piece of the curb. This man really knew the street.
Jimmy was a master of turning a phrase. These phrases became more colourful and creative after midnight when he conversed by phone to the dispatchers at Weslake and OCD (don’t know about San Pedro or Coldwater.) Funny thing, the more. often that he spoke with the dispatchers, the higher the number of after midnight runs seemed to increase for him. When a gold badge accused Jimmy of having a lousy attitude, he took an extended drag on his Chesterfield (Jack Webb’s favourite) and told the Chief “You installed it (attitude) so you better fix it. The Chief gave him a quick stink eye and busted out laughing. The joys of Battalion 8.
Goodbye Jimmy, you were one hell of a mentor and medic. I’ll never forget you.
I knew Jim as “P.J.,” for “Paramedic Jim.” I work @ “St. Northridge,” my nickname for Northridge Hospital. I saw him on business here, but also shot darts with him, took him to a Dodger game or 2, He & Doug From 100’s had me up to Crowley for Opening day once, & I “Adopted,” him as a Godfather. My choice. Not his, & as a lesson in this, my current girlfriend’s niece has done exactly the same thing with me. I learned a lot about life as well as “Street Smarts,” from P.J. I am also thankful that he & Kory got to meet Tha Tha before “Time had claimed it’s prize.”
I am in touch with Kory, & today a pledge will become reality as n P.J.’s memory, I am mailing money orders from myself, my gf, Tha Tha, & my daughter, “Wild Child.” (Real names are Wantha Promrod & Somsiri Promrod.)
RIP, P.J.