Vasto Gives Thanks and Wants You

Atlantic Highlands Fire Chief Chris Vasto expressed thanks to neighboring volunteer fire departments for their mutual aid and assistance during the July 3 fireworks at the Municipal Yacht Harbor.

In his monthly report at this week’s meeting of the Mayor and Council, Councilman Jose Pujols reported Vasto expressed thanks to Middletown, Highlands, Holmdel, Matawan and Hazlet for their support in ensuring adequate emergency coverage for both the fireworks event and the borough while the municipal resources were committed.

Vasto and Pujols also reiterated the need for new members of the volunteer department, inviting adults to seek further information on benefits of joining the volunteer department. No prior firefighting experience is necessary since training is provided and members are offered the opportunity to receive the training to become part of a strong team and take advantage of benefits available under the program. The borough has also invited membership in its Junior Firefighter Program, Pujols said, which begins at age 14. Interested persons should call 732-291-1444, ext. 3609 for farther information.

The department responded to 30 calls for service during July.

Vasto also reiterated his tips for residents during summer heat, including ensuring they stay hydrated, limit strenuous activity during extreme heat, never leave pets or children unattended in a vehicle and use caution around all waterways, including pools , along with strict supervision of children. Residents should also ensure their smoke alarms and carbon monoxide alarms are working property.

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