Oh, Fire Station 14, what can I say? This place is a fantastic Fire Station for many, many…read morereasons. The first is that it is the closest Fire Station to my house, and in the two and a half years that I have lived here, my house has never burned down. Not once. Never so much as singed. Nice work, fellas. The second is that, at Fire Station 14 (and I assume at all the others) you can get some more of Austin's blue plastic recycle bins. While I have heard that the Austin recycling program is perhaps not what it should be, it's better than nothing at all, and they are generous with their recycle bins. You know what you have to do to get some extras? Just go by the Fire Station and ask. They have HUNDREDS. Third, they are extremely good at keeping a healthy positive schedule. When I lived in Lubbock, I lived very close to a Fire Station. Those guys kept a TERRIBLE schedule. They let the people in Lubbock set their houses on fire at 5 or 6 in the morning, ALL THE TIME! Then they went whipping off to those fires, sirens wailing and loud as hell, waking me up every time as they rocketed past my house! The Lubbock Fire Station was VERY inconsiderate. Fire Station 14 is much nicer. The people around here are never, ever allowed to burn themselves up at inopportune times of the day, and the fire trucks never wake me up. But the absolute greatest thing about Fire Station 14 is the Mustaches. When I first went there, to pick up the aforementioned recycling bins, I was shocked at the sheer magnitude of them, both the never ending quantity, and the AMAZING quality. There were Mustaches everywhere, long and think and magnificent, it was like having my fire safety watched over by an entire clan of Viking sailors. These were no wimpy card sharp Mustaches, either. Jimmy Buffet's song had nothing to do with these glorious displays of facial hair, and the guys in Super Troopers haven't got squat on the Firemen of Fire Station 14. The Mustaches seemed to carry the dignity of Great Men, Warriors and Kings, and dare I say, terrible and mighty hairy faced Gods. The Mustaches covered every upper lip in sight like regal and furry vestiges of valor and pride, worn proudly with the air of gunslingers like Wyatt Earp. They were all neatly cleaned, no stray crumbs or dripping soup in these Mustaches, no sir. These were the Mustaches of Men, badges of honor that clearly must be earned in the belly of the great fiery Beast. Thus, I give thanks to the wonderful Mustachioed Protectors of my home at Fire Station 14. Would that I could grow something as elegant and hairy on my face, and stare down the fires of Hell itself along side you. Seriously, every guy in the place had one, I counted like 12.

Kind, patient, efficient professionals. What more can one ask for in public servants? I am…read moretemporarily walking and feeding my son's dog and locked myself out of the house. The morning crew at #14 came to the rescue. Great efficiency! And friendliness to boot.

I came to this Fire Station for a tour with my Home School Group a few weeks ago and it was…read morewonderful. The firemen were very patient and kind to all the kids and moms. They were interactive and informative and did an amazing job holding their attention. We were able to tour the whole station, walk through the fire engine, touch some of the tools like the fire house and a heat sensing camera. While it's not uncommon for fire stations to host tours, I do feel this was one of the best stations to do it!

Thank you so much for your assistance with the lock on the U-Haul. It's nice to know we can count…read moreon your help for major and minor issues. Keep safe.

You know that story of the old lady who calls the fire department to come and get her cat out of a…read moretree? I always thought it was a bit silly. Just enforced the notion of "scaredy cat" who climbs so high he cannot get down. Who would ever call the fire department about a cat? We went on vacation and had our cat-loving friend come over to the house and feed all 5 of our babies. Mind you, I always considered myself a "dog person" and I was raised to believe that there ARE "dog people" and "cat people." When I met My Sweetie, and learned of the 5 cats, I did pause. I am allergic to cat dander. But I fell in love with all 5, sneezes and all. My favorite was Jan which is pronounced "Yawn" - so shy and skittish that "Yawn" really described him well. Sleepy but aware, painfully shy. This was one cat who never needed anyone. The other cats were pretty open about asking for help when they needed something. Not Jan. He seemed afraid of the other cats, especially the alpha male who Jan would never look at, EVER. When we returned from vacation, 4 kitties were happy to see us but not Jan. Disappeared. We thought we heard a cat's slight meow when we walked around the backyard. Haunted by Jan, the memory of the little shy gray persian smooshed face beauty, we went about our lives. Still, every now and again we thought we heard his cry. This was not a constant "meow" but we heard it once at say, 2 in the morning and another time at 6 a.m. Whoever heard it though, said it was clear even if it was ONE meow. Memories... he has run away to another family who WASN'T on vacation. One night at around midnight as we were trying to get the kiddos to bed, we all heard it. All four of us at one time and we all screamed. We ran to the back porch and there it was again. A shadow of a whimper of a "meow" and it was coming from under the deck in the backyard. We got out the lights and sent our boy under the deck searching for Jan. Boy Wonder said he saw him, but every time he would try and reach for him, he would skittish away. SO SHY. Not wanting to ask for help. SO NEEDING HELP. What to do? Rip up the deck. It is midnight and we are going to rip up our deck. We have to. NOW. The four of us look around for tools and then we realize this is a job for professionals. People who know what they are doing. We might hurt him as we rip into the deck with the Sawsall, hammers, and sundry tools that we were frantically gathering but... who to call? At approximately midnight:thirty the XXXL fire-engine-red fire truck pulls up to our house. I know our neighbors were completely freaking out. Four burly firemen quickly rip up our back deck and find a very emaciated grey furr ball who always looked sad in that persian sad kind of way but now looked REALLY sad as he tried to evade capture. He was TINY. This was 2 weeks after our vacation ended, and we were on vacation for 2 weeks. His collar had gotten caught on a nail under the deck and he had tried to escape it but it had wrapped around his right front leg and he had rubbed the area raw trying to get out of this strange jail. All of the skin was GONE - raw like when you cut a chicken breast. Shocking. And the smell... The guys from the fire station just kindly stared at the 4 of us bawling our eyes out... Jan, what has happened to our Yanny Pooh? Really, looking back at it, I think they were some of the kindest, strongest, bravest men in the world. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING! HUGS FOR EVERYONE!!!! They saved our scaredy cat and for that I will always love them.

I just wanted to share a experience with one of your employs at H-E-B in Round Rock off of 620 and…read moreOconnor drive. I did not get the gentleman's name. But I was in line to check out and he was in front of me and just stepped out of line to get something else and I let him back in place in line to check out. That gentleman paid for my groceries . Just a note to say you employ great people. And he is a great example of Pflugerville Fire Department. And again Thank You.

Hard working dedicated group of volunteers. They are on the spot when called upon. Open to public…read moreparticipation at their monthly meetings. Most members are involved in the McMahan community. Nice firehouse and well kept equipment.