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Here are glimpses of some of the victims of the Sept. 11 attack on the World Trade Center.
Where He Was Needed
The Rev. Mychal Judge never shut his door at the Midtown Franciscan friary, literally or emotionally. Anybody with the slightest need for the contents inside -- be it a warm jacket or his attentive ear -- was welcome.
Not that Father Judge was often in. As chaplain to the New York Fire Department, Father Judge, 68, could be found joking or comforting firefighters or driving hellbent to emergencies. When a boatload of Chinese refugees were shipwrecked in the Rockaways, he was one of the first there, ''handing out blankets and coffee and telling them jokes,'' said Peter Johnson, a friend. ''They didn't know English, but he was doing pantomime and they were laughing.''
He had ''movie-star looks and a tremendous ability to speak and sing,'' said Mr. Johnson. ''And that was tempered by his absolute consistent devotion to being a priest.'' He wore his friar's robes to soup kitchens, to Gracie Mansion, to the White House, to countless baptisms and funerals.
He had no use -- none -- for physical things, said Steven McDonald, the police officer paralyzed by a gunshot who accompanied Father Judge on peace trips to Belfast. Give the father a cashmere sweater, he said, and it would wind up on the back of a homeless person. Go to him with a troubled soul and he would listen intently for as long as it took. He went where he was needed. On Sept. 11, he faced the inferno with the firefighters.
A Poet of Bensonhurst
George Llanes was a sensitive, studious child, the kind that classmates often teased. His mother, Eugenia, wanted him to have an outlet, a safe place to express himself, so as he approached the painful years of adolescence, she bought him a journal and encouraged him to ''unburden yourself.''
From that modest beginning, a writer was born. A few years back, after Mr. Llanes began working as a clerk at Carr Futures, he gave his mother a bound volume of his poetry. After his death, when Mr. Llanes's parents cleaned out his apartment in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, near their own, they found his poems everywhere.
Mr. Llanes, who would have turned 34 on Sept. 13, lived with his parents until recently. He was their only child and did not leave the nest until he took up smoking and decided to get a dog, both of which gave his mother allergy attacks. When he went apartment hunting and found one he liked, he told the landlady, ''I have to talk to my mother first.'' The landlady repeated the exchange to Mrs. Llanes, saying, ''That's when I knew he was a good boy.''
Mr. Llanes's devotion to the dog, a pug named Mae Mae, persuaded him to rejigger his work schedule. He switched to a schedule of 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. from an ordinary one of 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., despite a lifelong aversion to getting up early.
Had he been on his old schedule, she noted, ''We wouldn't be having this conversation now.''
Bronx in His Blood
As a boy, Luke Nee played all the games that a Bronx sidewalk offered to kids on Minerva Place, just off the Grand Concourse: stickball, of course, and off-the-point and street hockey.
Right out of Cardinal Hayes High School, he answered a help-wanted advertisement for people with math skills and landed a job at Drexel Burnham Lambert. Before long, a half-dozen guys from the block followed. It was a small world, he would say, but he would not want to paint it.
At Drexel, he met Irene Lavelle, and they were married Sept. 11, 1982. After he had shifted to Cantor Fitzgerald, he would chew through a couple of novels a week on the train ride from Stony Point, N.Y., said his brother, John Nee. His Bronx roots showed: he shared a ticket plan for Friday night Yankee games with boyhood friends from St. Philip Neri School.
Mr. Nee, 44, made the simple pleasures glow. ''He treasured Irene and loved bringing their son, Patrick, to ballgames,'' said his brother. On summer weekends, he, Irene and Patrick would jump in the car, pick up a few relatives and head for the beach. And on Sept. 11, he made a final call of farewell and love to his family.
''Luke was just a friendly, kind, peaceful, and unaffected guy,'' said Mr. Nee. ''Meatball heroes, watch a movie with Patrick -- that was a Saturday night.''
Taking Charge With a Smile
She was a take-charge woman, but she did so with the upbeat fervor of a cheerleader, which she was in high school. Linda Oliva would march into her mother's home a few times a week, cook meals, shop, organize and fuss sweetly over her brother Frankie, who has special needs.
Ms. Oliva, 44, was like that at work, too. Temp agencies would send her to a job and she would have things running so smoothly that positions would open for this suddenly indispensable woman. She had been executive assistant to the president of the New York office of Carr Futures.
She succeeded not only because she was capable, but because she exuded joy: she would dance happily to Rod Stewart or Tony Bennett, her laughter bubbling forth without prompting. ''I knew she had a great sense of humor because she thought everything I said was hilarious,'' said another brother, Chuck Oliva, whose young daughter, Alexandra, adored her.
Divorced, Ms. Oliva, who lived in Staten Island, had begun dating a family friend, Tom Donovan, this summer.
On their first date, he recalled, ''There she was in a beautiful cream-colored outfit. She wore her brown hair long, and she was a knockout. And I thought, I can't believe this girl is going out with me.''
Last Wishes, First Steps
Thomas J. Kennedy had the sort of welcoming face that babies and children love. Wherever he went, they would try to make friends. ''He would treat kids as if they were adults,'' said a brother, Bob. ''Then he could play the kid himself, at the same time.''
A firefighter with Ladder Company 101 in Brooklyn, Mr. Kennedy, 36, wanted five children of his own. He and his wife, Allison, had two children and planned to have another. Michael is 2, and James turned 1 on Nov. 17.
As a father, Mr. Kennedy cherished his children's bedtime rituals, administering evening baths and reading ''Goodnight Moon.'' He and Michael would drop coins into a piggy bank, because the father was teaching the son the value of saving. This winter, Mr. Kennedy had hoped to take Michael skiing and ice skating, and to see James walk. On Sept. 14, the baby took his first steps. ''Now he runs and climbs,'' said Mrs. Kennedy. ''Tom would have loved that.''
Someone to Lean On
On Sept. 10, with her parents about to return home from a senior citizens' bus outing to Atlantic City, Catherine A. Nardella stopped by their home in Lincoln Park, N.J., to the make sure everything was in order. She knew it was their habit to have a cup of coffee as soon as they got in the door, but the electricity was temporarily out. So she went to a Dunkin' Donuts for a carafe of hot coffee, and had it waiting for them.
That's the way she was about her large Italian-American family. ''Cathy always thought of others,'' said her sister Grace Samek. Another sister, Lavinia Wilson, said Miss Nardella ''was the kind of person that just gave and didn't think she was going to get anything in return.''
Miss Nardella, 40, was an insurance consultant at Aon Corp. Single, she owned her own house in Bloomfield, N.J., and was active in her local parish. She was a member of the choir and a regular lector, distinguished by her professional manner of dressing and speaking, and by a certain gentle kindness.
''Every Sunday after Mass she'd wait for this old man to come out and she'd help him walk down the steps of the church,'' said Msgr. William Hatcher, pastor of St. Thomas the Apostle.
Unstoppable 78
She extracted the maximum out of life. Up at 5 in the morning, reading, traveling, debating current events, going to the movies. As Scott Wahlstrom said about his mother, Mary Alice Wahlstrom, ''She was a ball of fire.''
She was 78.
''She could have lived another 25 years,'' he said. ''I have no doubt about it.''
Mrs. Wahlstrom, a retired loan officer, lived in Kaysville, Utah, with her husband, Norman. She loved to travel, but had been reluctant to leave home because he was recovering from a heart attack. Still, she had gone with her daughter, Carolyn Beug, to help settle Mrs. Beug's twin daughters into the Rhode Island School of Design. Mrs. Wahlstrom and Mrs. Beug were returning to Los Angeles, where Mrs. Beug lived, via American Airlines Flight 11.
The energized matriarch of a family of five children and 16 grandchildren, Mrs. Wahlstrom subscribed to about 20 magazines. She read books that she then sent off to her children, and still occasionally played golf. She might never have broken 100, but she did score two holes in one.
A Friend, a Sister
Kathleen Hunt-Casey was a careful friend, who listened and acted on what she heard. ''She would call me at least three or four times a day, and then she'd have to get off the phone because of work, but when she called back she would continue talking where she left off,'' said Virginia Lemmerman, who knew Ms. Hunt-Casey since she was 10. ''If I was feeling down, going through hard times or rocky days, she always tried to make me feel better about myself.''
And if someone mentioned they had had a baby and needed, say, a picture frame, she would find one, and never take anything in return, Ms. Lemmerman said.
Ms. Hunt-Casey, 43, worked on the trading desk at Sandler O'Neill & Partners, and lived in Middletown, N.J., with her husband, Kevin, and son Matthew, 14. She was a devoted mother, Ms. Lemmerman said: ''He was her life.''
Ms. Lemmerman said, ''I didn't just lose my best friend, I lost a sister.''
Red Sox and Best Friends
Sean Lynch was the uncle with the cool cars.
The fourth of five siblings, Mr. Lynch, 34, took joy in watching his nephews' soccer games and playing tic-tac-toe with his nieces. Then he would be off, often taking trips to other cities with friends to attend sporting events. One year it was the Super Bowl, another year the Final Four.
Mr. Lynch went to college in Boston. A devoted Red Sox fan, he counted among his accomplishments converting his best friend at Cantor Fitzgerald, a lifelong Yankee fan, to a Red Sox fan.
Mr. Lynch had known since high school that he wanted to be a stockbroker, and shortly before Sept. 11 he was promoted to senior vice president for equity trading. ''He used to say he was paid to hang out with his friends,'' said his older brother, Mike. ''He loved it.''
'Really Living It'
Karleton Fyfe's mother had to be bedridden for the six months before he was born; he seemed to be in a hurry to get into the world.
There was so much to be excited about. Take the birth of his own son. He and his wife made it a group project. They sent family and close friends a video titled ''It's a. . . .'' showing them going for the sonogram, and at the end opening an envelope in which the doctor had written ''boy.'' When Jackson turned 1, they asked the same group to write something and seal it for him to open when he turned 18.
Then, because Mr. Fyfe heard that the terrible 2's were caused by frustration at not being able to communicate, he taught his son sign language. ''He was really living it,'' said Tristin Laughter a longtime friend of the couple.
Mr. Fyfe, 31, really lived everything, applying the same boyishness and determination whether he was mastering Steve Martin routines or the curveball as a kid, or tackling projects as a senior analyst at John Hancock -- the job for which he was traveling on American Airlines Flight 11.
Laughter, Win or Lose
Frank V. Moccia Sr. was content to come away even. On a recent trip to Las Vegas with his wife, Elaine, and on countless trips to the Foxwoods Resort Casino in Connecticut, it suited him just fine.
In fact, it didn't even matter much to Mr. Moccia if he lost -- as he often did to his son and golf partner, Frank Moccia Jr., a police officer.
''Whether he won, lost, broke even, it didn't matter,'' said Officer Moccia. ''Whatever he did, he had a good time.''
Mr. Moccia was a big believer in doing things for only as long as they were enjoyable, which is why he spent 26 years working for Washington Group International, as a facility planner in the World Trade Center.
It's also why Mr. Moccia would not consider a retirement away from his home in Hauppauge, N.Y., which was near his daughter, Donna Marie Velazquiz, and her children.
His wife described her husband as ''a big teddy bear'' and Mr. Moccia was just that to his grandchildren.
The weekend before Sept. 11, for a granddaughter's seventh birthday, Mr. Moccia took the family on a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Moccia decided to accompany her husband on one of the scarier roller coasters.
''I said the Lord's Prayer from the minute the ride started,'' Mrs. Moccia remembered about that day. ''I squeezed his hand so tight, but he was laughing for the whole ride.''
Mr. Moccia would have turned 58 tomorrow.
A Salt Baron's True Riches
After 24 years with the telephone company, Jack Charles Aron found himself with a few months off between jobs and was never happier. Staying at home meant he could spend all day taking care of his son, Timothy, which was especially important for Mr. Aron because his own childhood had been very unhappy.
It was also important because he and his wife had been forced to wait years before having their son.
More recently, Mr. Aron, 52, worked in information technology at Marsh & McLennan, leaving before dawn and traveling by car, train and ferry so he could be home in Bergenfield, N.J., in time to coach his son's Little League and basketball games.
Although he was often so dour at home that his wife Evelyn referred to him as ''Mr. Grumpy,'' he was very easygoing on the ballfield or the court, she said.
Four years ago, the couple bought some land in the Philippines, where Mrs. Aron is from, and developed a salt farm. They called it Jet Farm (using the first letters of Jack, Evelyn and Timothy), and Mr. Aron told people he might like to live there after he retired.
The investment earned Mr. Aron a new nickname at work: Jack Aron the Salt Baron.
Making Moments Count
As a veteran pilot for United Airlines, Victor J. Saracini placed great stock in paying attention to time. But as a father to his two daughters, the concept of time -- or rather, maximizing the limited amount of it he had -- took on an almost transcendent meaning.
Thank goodness, then, that Mr. Saracini, 51, a former Navy pilot, was about the most reliable person you could ever meet, and always thinking of his daughters, Kirsten, 13, and Brielle, 10, according to his in-laws, Bernard F. and Bernadette G. Hildebrand. ''He taught them computers even before they could count, basically,'' Mrs. Hildebrand said about Mr. Saracini, who was the pilot of United Airlines Flight 175.
Once, Kirsten used her allowance money to buy a souvenir in Pennsylvania. After she paid for the item, she counted the change. Satisfied, she said, ''Thank you,'' and picked up the package. ''What kid would do that?'' Mrs. Hildebrand said.
Mr. Saracini beamed, too, when his daughters did practice flight plans with him, or learned to read a compass. ''He was very thorough with everything,'' Mr. Hildebrand said. ''One time, he called to say, 'You won't have to worry about a thing if anything ever happens to me. The girls will be taken care of.' ''
'Bob Was a Minstrel'
Men and women of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, friends and family members: Soon, the famed lyrics of Sgt. Robert M. Kaulfers may be available. These are the tunes you know and love from retirement parties, wedding receptions and slow days on the job. Take it from Sgt. Mark O'Neill: ''Bob was a minstrel.''
You'll get ''The Hat,'' the famous ode to Officer Mike Barry, set to the tune of the theme from ''The Cat in the Hat,'' and ''Carnevale Time,'' the paean to Lt. Mike Carnevale. And who could forget the tribute to Sgt. Bernard M. Poggioli, a world-renowned expert on runaway children, ''I'm Much Taller Than Poggioli''?
Many of the lyrics were found in Sergeant Kaulfers's locker. His wife, Cookie, thinks she may soon be strong enough to go through his papers at home to meet requests for the other songs. ''I would hear him in the shower singing and laughing to himself,'' she remembered.
Sergeant Kaulfers, 49, also found time to study world history, keep the rookies on the right path and raise two children. His friends said he never held a grudge; perhaps the best evidence of that was his 25-year marriage to the girl who beat him in the election for sixth-grade class president.
Indulging With Family
Put a golf club or a fishing rod in his hand, or have a kid wake him up asking to play, and that was all it took to make Randy Drake happy.
He preferred to indulge his interests with members of his family. He had plenty of choices. He was one of 13 children, and on his side alone, he had 30 nieces and nephews, most of whom lived near his home in Lee's Summit, Mo., which he shared with his wife, Tammy, and son, Joe, 17. ''He often said he would rather be with his family than anybody else,'' said Mrs. Drake.
Mr. Drake, 37, was a network integration manager for Siemens, and was assigned to a job at 195 Broadway, across the street from the World Trade Center. After the first plane struck, his building was evacuated. He called his wife to say he was O.K., but he was apparently hit by debris from the impact of the second plane. He died Sept. 22.
Actions Spoke Loud
He was the Cool Man.
Outwardly, he always seemed so phlegmatic. He did not talk much. He did not reveal his emotions. If anything, when you spoke to him, he would send you a stern look. But inside, Eddie Wing Wai Ching was the exact opposite -- all warmth. So his family nicknamed him Cool Man.
Since Mr. Ching, 29, was the youngest of four, his relatives also liked to call him Ah-B, Chinese for baby. In truth, though, he was mature beyond his years. He had clear-cut goals of owning a home, establishing a successful career and raising a family. He had already bought a home in New Jersey when he was 27, and his intention was to propose marriage to his girlfriend by the end of the year.
As a client support administrator for UmeVoice, one of his clients was Cantor Fitzgerald, and he was at its office on Sept. 11.
To keep in shape, he liked to play basketball every week. His motto, on and off the court, was the old standard ''Action speaks louder than words.'' As his half-sister, Patricia Liu, put it: ''You would ask him a favor and he wouldn't answer you. But then he'd go ahead and do just what you asked him.''
A Social Shopper
She had a zest for living. She worked hard, worked out hard, but when she had fun, she had fun. That was Linda Sheehan.
Ms. Sheehan, 40, a vice president at Sandler O'Neill & Partners, lived in Manhattan with her two cats, Sparky and Tamara. Her hobby of choice was shopping. But it was not just shopping for shopping's sake, or shopping for sport, but also shopping as social event. She would do it every Saturday, all day, with two of her closest friends, Vivian Urrutia and Gregory Orenstein.
Her favorite store was probably Bergdorf's. She favored Jeffrey for shoes, and she was a regular at the flea market on 26th Street, where she hunted for antiques for her apartment. She had a particular weakness for boots, and her rule with shoes was, the higher the heel, the better.
Kids' Best Friend
All the kids knew. If their bike was broken -- a flat tire, a loose chain -- then all they had to do was take it to the firehouse and see Kevin M. O'Rourke. He would dig his tool kit out of his locker, where the other firefighters had taped up a sign saying ''Kevin's Bike Shop,'' and he'd fix it. And while the kids were there, he invariably taught them fire safety. He would unroll a rug and demonstrate how to do the stop, drop and roll technique for when one's clothes caught fire.
Firefighter O'Rourke, 44, lived with his wife, Maryann, and their daughters, Corinne, 20, and Jamie, 17, in Hewlett, N.Y. Each year, his family and his wife's family would converge for a ski trip and a golf outing.
He also was a regular in the annual firefighter ski races at Hunter Mountain. There would be five-man teams, and they would be in their jackets and helmets and have to cling to a fire hose and swoop down the mountain. There were innumerable teams, but one year Firefighter O'Rourke's came in fifth, and it made him very proud.
A Gracious Winner
David W. Bernard loved his family and he loved golf, and he liked to combine his two passions. Every July, he played in a father-son tournament -- twice in one day -- so he could do 18 holes with each of his sons, Mark and David Jr. Before his daughter, Jill, was married last summer, he arranged a foursome with his two boys and his soon-to-be son-in-law. And he taught his wife of 33 years, Nancy, how to play.
''He was very patient with me,'' she said. ''He wanted me to play golf so that when we traveled together we could do it together.'' (In return, he went shopping with her.) Despite his low golf handicap (just nine) and his fierce competitiveness, Mr. Bernard was a gracious winner, said Mrs. Bernard: ''Nobody could ever be mad at him. He just had a very easy way about him.''
Mr. Bernard, 57, was an industry specialist for the Internal Revenue Service and was based in Boston. On Sept. 11, he was on his way to a meeting at the I.R.S. offices at 7 World Trade Center when the first plane hit the towers. He was struck by falling debris and died of his injuries on Dec. 11.
Simple Needs
Juan Lafuente, 61, was a vice president at Citibank, near the World Trade Center. Here is his wife, Colette, the mayor of Poughkeepsie: ''He loved his family, his work, his home. He constantly strove to improve himself professionally, and never considered retirement after leaving I.B.M. in 1993. . . .
''Juan did not need things -- he had the same jackets, shirts and slacks for years and years. He lived a simple life -- good food and a night out with family or friends. After his morning paper and coffee at the deli, his weekends were spent mowing or raking or painting, bill paying, watching the Mets (his love for baseball he brought from Cuba), storming out of the room when they really screwed up. . . .
''He had great joy in his daughters' accomplishments and supported them through all of their struggles.''
Making Sense of Life
The Friday before the World Trade Center attack, John Patrick Gallagher, an electricity trader at Cantor Fitzgerald, played hooky from work so he could treat his wife, Francine, and 2-month-old son, James Jordan, to a day at the Bronx Zoo.
''He was so proud of his big boy,'' recalled Mrs. Gallagher. Later that evening, at dinner with his brother and friends, he told them about the jaunt. ''Isn't that what dads are supposed to do with their families on a beautiful September day?'' he asked.
Mr. Gallagher, 31, stood 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighed around 270 pounds, but he had an extraordinary grace about him, his wife said. He never took anything for granted, perhaps because he lost his mother when he was 1 and his father six years later. He was born in the Bronx but he and his wife loved to travel. In 1999, Mr. Gallagher asked his future wife to marry him on a trip to Ireland. ''He made my life make sense,'' Mrs. Gallagher said. ''It's hard to make sense of things now that he's gone.''
A Change in Priorities
From football to Food Network: that was the journey that Jeffrey Chairnoff had made over the last few years.
Before he became a father, Mr. Chairnoff, 35, liked to spend his Sundays during the fall and winter watching football games. It was the perfect way to unwind, said his wife, Helaine, after an intense workweek at Sandler O'Neill & Partners, where he eventually became managing director of the mortgage financing group. Not that he was a stereotypical type-A Wall Street guy: if anything, co-workers told Mrs. Chairnoff that her husband was a calm ballast noted for his thoroughness and attention to detail.
Still, after Sarah, 6, and Benjamin, 2, were born, Mr. Chairnoff changed his lifestyle to accommodate everyone but himself.
He was dubbed Mr. Clean by his family because of his tendency to keep the kitchen spotless. And he loved to watch the Food Network. He printed out recipes, and he was particularly fond of making peanut butter pie with his daughter. His favorite show was ''Emeril,'' because it was Sarah's, too.
Ms. Detail
Linda M. Colon was the glue at Marsh & McLennan, the person who made sure that all the logistics, the computers, the systems, the modeling, the dcor -- everything -- were all taken care of before anyone began to complain. She was also the person who handled the relocation of the corporate headquarters from the Avenue of the Americas to the World Trade Center about a year ago.
Mrs. Colon, 46, was a senior vice president for facilities management, and she loved her job, said her sister Ivette Hernandez. Loved it so much, in fact, that she became a mentor to young people interested in the financial world.
But what Mrs. Colon, who grew up in the Bronx but lived in Perrineville, N.J., enjoyed more than anything was spending time with her husband, Robert, and two daughters, Christine, who turned 18 on Sunday, and Tracy, who is 11.
She was especially happy that Christine had worked this summer with her at Marsh.
What Really Mattered
Vacations were big in William Esposito's life. When he was a boy, his family had a summer home in Budd Lake, N.J. And the summer he was 10 he met a girl named Stevie, whose grandparents also had a home there.
For a while, Billy avoided Stevie, sensing that she liked him. Finally, she told him, ''I don't like you,'' and their friendship blossomed. By age 15 they were dating, by 23 they were married.
Mr. Esposito, 52, of Bellmore, N.Y., became a partner at Cantor Fitzgerald, where he was known as Scoop.
''He was pretty ruthless in the business world,'' his wife of 29 years said.
But when he was on vacation with his family, he could leave that behind. For many years Mr. Esposito, his wife, son and daughter would go to Florida over Passover and Easter. ''It would be just the four of us -- no phones, no friends, no nothing -- so we'd play cards,'' Stevie Esposito said. ''And by the end of the vacation, the kids would owe him or he'd owe them like a million dollars. Of course, they never played for real money. As long as we were all together that was really all that mattered.''
Fire and Roses
When James J. Corrigan was not fighting fires, he was smelling the roses. His house in Little Neck, N.Y., was suffused with their scent. He put them in vases; gave them to his wife, Marie; handed them to neighbors. Red, pink, yellow, white -- they all flourished in the garden by his driveway.
He even gave them to the hardened men with whom he worked.
He was a New York firefighter for 25 years, retiring as a captain in 1994. He took a job the next year as a fire and safety director in 7 World Trade Center.
Last August, Mr. Corrigan, 60, was promoted to oversee fire and safety operations for the entire complex. His youngest son, Sean, had just gotten married three days earlier, and his oldest son, Brendan, often ate lunch with his father.
After the planes hit, the Captain called Brendan: ''Don't go anywhere. We don't know what else is going to happen.'' Then the line went dead.
Many Best Friends
To be Michael Taddonio's best friend was not such a singular achievement. He collected best friends, from Locust Valley High School on Long Island, where he was class president, to Siena College in Loudonville, N.Y., where his rugby teammates called him Cool.
If someone was planning a trip to Disney World, said his older brother, Richard, ''he'd call up, 'Oh my best friend runs the hotel down in Disney.' ''
His friendliness was an asset when he, like his older brother and his younger brother, Marc, followed in the footsteps of his grandfather and his father to work on Wall Street, becoming a bond broker for Euro Brokers in 2 World Trade Center.
''He was really a family guy,'' Richard Taddonio said of his 39-year-old brother, who lived in Huntington, N.Y. ''When I was in New York, he'd come over every weekend. His youngest, little Mikey, was always hanging on his shoulder. He always took Mikey on the errands runs with him. You know, because weekends he'd pick up his laundry and do the food shopping and Mikey was always attached to him.'' His last phone call was to his mother, from the 91st floor. He told her to tell his three children he loved them.
Serious Fun
Stewart D. Harris had a serious job on Wall Street -- and a season pass to the Six Flags Great Adventure amusement park. Which, said his wife, Sheila, he used all the time. When the Batman ride first opened at the park, in Jackson, N.J., Mr. Harris left the house in Monmouth County early one morning, went on the ride ''and came home, happy as could be,'' Mrs. Harris said. ''He was truly a kid at heart.''
Mr. Harris, 52, was the chief credit officer at Cantor Fitzgerald. But he was devoted to his family -- whenever anyone had a special occasion coming up, Mrs. Harris said, he bought cards weeks in advance. He also made time for fun. He taught his wife to ski, and took her camping and rafting on the Delaware River. He used to laugh when they saw cars with bumper stickers boasting about having climbed Mount Washington in New Hampshire.
''We did it -- and not with the car,'' Mrs. Harris said.
It Took 3 Alarm Clocks
Christopher Hugh Forsythe lived by the clock. Or rather, he lived by the three alarm clocks it took to wake him up each morning. Mr. Forsythe, a foreign exchange money broker at Cantor Fitzgerald, was not much of an early riser, and his morning ritual of hitting the snooze bar on one clock after another tickled his wife so much that she often got up with him.
Even at 5 a.m., she said, they would joke around until it was time for her to say goodbye to him at the door. When he returned by 6 p.m., she would be waiting for him. Mr. Forsythe, 44, was a London native who settled in Basking Ridge, N.J., three years ago to work at Cantor Fitzgerald, after other jobs took him to Mexico and Madrid, where he met his wife, Tessie Molina. Though their initial conversations were awkward, they eventually grew to speak mostly Spanish at the home they shared with two children, Mrs. Molina's son Jose, 16, and Mr. Forsythe's daughter Kirsten, 15.
'Our Uncle, Our Friend'
The last person that Glen J. Wall would usually think of doing a favor for was Glen J. Wall. A senior vice president at Cantor Fitzgerald who lived in Rumson, N.J., Mr. Wall served as a cheerful, unofficial ticket broker, matre d'htel and savings and loan association (even though he let many a loan slide). But Mr. Wall, 39, was most in his element when he spent time with, or just talked to acquaintances about, his two daughters, Payton, 4, and Avery, 3. ''He needed nothing,'' said his wife, Diane. ''It was all for his girls.''
A few of his nieces even wrote a poem about Mr. Wall for his memorial service that conveyed his zest for life:
His piggyback rides and dances
Had everyone waiting for a turn
Music from our hands
Was just one thing he helped us learn.
But the most important thing he taught us
Was to live life on the 'Bright Side of the Road'
And enjoy it while you can
You'll always be in our hearts and minds
Our uncle, our friend, Glen.
Joyously Tenacious
At a company Christmas party four years go, Patrice Braut danced with a girl named Lupe. She fled into the night before he could learn her last name. The next day, Lupe Mendez found a note on her desk in Midtown, saying, ''You left without saying goodbye.'' She felt like Cinderella.
Mr. Braut, 31, loved to travel, to play soccer and to take pictures, especially of the twin towers. He took Lupe to Brussels, Belgium, his hometown, to meet his parents. He excelled in his M.B.A. courses at Pace University. The first week of September, Lupe and Patrice, who lived in Riverdale, in the Bronx, went house-hunting in the suburbs. Mr. Braut was an only child, born after three failed pregnancies. ''He was the little god of the family, adored by everybody,'' said his mother, Paola. ''We lost everything through him.''
His colleagues in technology at Marsh & McLennan have endowed a scholarship in his name at the Lycee Theodore Bracops, his childhood school. It is not for the best student, but for the most tenacious.
He Stayed to Help
Meena Jerath remembers exactly what her husband was wearing that day: a summer suit, with a blue striped shirt and a blue tie with a white design. She had picked it out as part of their morning ritual. He would rise first and start the tea and put her bagel in the toaster oven. Then, he would be running a little late, and she would follow him out to the car with his tea.
Prem Nath Jerath came to the United States from India in 1970. He and his wife married after a bit of encouragement from their parents. Both got M.B.A.'s. They had a son, Neel, in 1982. In their backyard in Edison, N.J., Mr. Jerath would barbecue for friends.
In the last few years, the number of visitors from India increased, and they would take them on tours to Niagara Falls, Florida, Washington. ''On their vacations, we would have our vacations too,'' Mrs. Jerath said. As a structural engineer for the Port Authority, Mr. Jerath, 57, had great faith in the twin towers.
That might be why, Mrs. Jerath said, her husband apparently stayed behind to help an injured colleague. During the bombing in 1993, she said, he had walked a woman down 30 flights of stairs. ''Sometimes we get angry'' that he sacrificed his life, Mrs. Jerath said. ''But I don't think I would have liked him to run away from that sick person.''
An Avid Outdoorsman
Richard Bruce Van Hine, known to all as Bruce, had been a firefighter for 12 years, most recently with Squad 41 in the South Bronx. The father of Meghan, 14, and Emily, 17, he was one of six men lost from the squad on Sept. 11.
Firefighter Van Hine, 48, had always wanted to be a firefighter, said Ann, his wife of 21 years.
''He was on the list to be a firefighter for seven years,'' she said. ''I am a firm believer in following your dreams, so I encouraged him.'' But Firefighter Van Hine also loved the outdoors. Even though he took only day hikes, he had completed the New Jersey, New York and Connecticut legs of the Appalachian Trail.
A prized memory, Mrs. Van Hine said, was of a five-week camping trip the family took four years ago that included the Badlands of South Dakota, the Grand Tetons, Yellowstone National Park and the Rocky Mountains.
Worldly Interests
Boyd Gatton moved to the United States in 1992 and was still discovering new interests. An operations officer at Fiduciary Trust who was born in Paget, Bermuda, he spent his free time practicing tai chi in the park near his home in Jersey City, doing carpentry work, reading and indulging his nieces when they visited from Bermuda with his two sisters.
''He just spoiled them to death,'' said his sister Pauline O'Connor, who has learned what kind of an impression her brother left on people while she has been settling his affairs.
He was the type of person who could walk into a store and leave with a new friend, like Wilfred Garcia, a photographer who works at a camera shop in Jersey City. ''Not only was he interested in photography,'' Mr. Garcia said, ''but just about anything in the world.''
Mr. Generosity
Math and mitzvahs -- those words ran through his family's memories of Steven Furman, a broker at Cantor Fitzgerald who died two days shy of his 41st birthday.
Mr. Furman's math score on his SAT was 790 out of 800, according to his brothers, Michael and Andrew. ''He always wondered where the other 10 points went,'' Andrew said. ''He knew he'd gotten them all right.'' After 13 years as a trader on the New York Mercantile Exchange, Mr. Furman joined Cantor last April.
An observant Orthodox Jew, Mr. Furman and his wife, Chavi, lived in Wesley Hills, N.Y., with their four young children: Nisan, Sarah Rachel, Naomi and Menashe. ''He didn't have a fancy house or a fancy car,'' said his sister Jayne Furman. ''The more money he made, the more money he gave away.''
He paid one young man's school expenses, bought another a new suit, drove neighbors on errands. He did not fit easily into the macho, big-money world of Wall Street, said his father, Marvin Furman. ''His family, his religion, the people in his community -- that was his life.''
He Loved Spain
A lot of the young bond traders at Cantor Fitzgerald were looking forward to earning enough to move on to a more relaxed life. John Henwood, 35, was one of them. He had met his wife, Concha Munoz, in Spain when he was in Madrid for I.B.M., and the couple, married for nine years, had already begun making plans to move back, perhaps to a Mediterranean shore front, with their two children, Alejandro, 5, and Claudia, 2.
''Every year they'd go to Spain for four weeks, and those were probably the best days of John's life,'' said David Keefe, a friend. In the meantime, the Henwoods lived on Manhattan's Upper East Side. ''I think the most important thing I could say about John is that he was the guy you looked forward to being with,'' Mr. Keefe said. ''When we were in Boston and right out of college and working three or four different jobs, no matter how tedious something might be, if John was there, it was fun.''
Not Going Halfway
What is the point. . . .
. . . of doing something if not all the way?
So at 10, Swede Joseph Chevalier plants pumpkin seeds, then sells his harvest to nursery schools around Middletown, N.J.
At 16, he starts a landscaping business that he keeps going by commuting home weekends from Cornell, and throughout his time at Cantor Fitzgerald, where he was, at 26, an assistant equities trader.
Don't just join a fraternity: be president for two years and then get inducted into Cornell's honor society for campus leaders.
Don't just admire cars: trade up four in six years and drive them too fast.
Don't sit back and watch sports: fling yourself at them, especially speed-and-thrill ones like ice hockey and mountain biking.
Do define crash-dieting as a day fueled by 10 puny power bars, and a dinner that begins with lasagna, hamburgers, sausage and chicken and keeps on going.
Do choose a favorite song from a new CD, play it loudly, over and over, until everyone sings it in their sleep, regardless of whether they actually like it.
Do be overprotective of your mother, Elaine; sisters, Tylia and Brittany; girlfriend, Melissa Markewich.
Gamble big. Lend happily. Love fully. Never sit still.
Fixing Up the House
Raised by his mother and grandmother, Kenneth Kumpel, 42, spent much of his adulthood filling in the gaps left by an absentee father. He was a self-taught handyman and craftsman around the house; an endlessly patient, delighted father of Gregory, 11, and Carl, 9; a buddy who sought, through work, the camaraderie of other guys, first as a New York City police officer and then, more happily, as a firefighter.
Because firefighters can have a few days off between shifts, Firefighter Kumpel, a steady, warm presence, had time for his sons. He cooked, cleaned, coached, volunteered and endlessly fixed up their house in Cornwall, N.Y., perfecting his stained-glass windows, tiling and floors.
That was his castle, his home. But the firehouse -- Ladder Company 25 on Manhattan's Upper West Side -- was Firefighter Kumpel's home away from home. He would fix up the firehouse, too. Oh boy, would he.
Why is that bed slowly sinking to the floor when a firefighter flops on it? Someone propped it on empty soda cans! Who switched the handles and hinges on the refrigerator door? Smeared peanut butter on the phone receiver? ''The Fire Department definitely helped complete him,'' said Nancy Kumpel, his wife of 18 years.
The Man Behind the Camera
Somehow, most of the pictures from that last weekend are of Brianna Reynolds at the Bronx Zoo, coasting above the trees on the safari ride, or back in her grandparents' apartment in Inwood for her fourth-birthday cake. Her father, Bruce Reynolds, must have stayed on the business side of the camera.
That weekend, Brianna and her baby brother, Michael, played in the rooms where their father had grown up, a city kid in a sixth-floor apartment in northern Manhattan who loved nature. A bird cage ran from the floor to the ceiling. Down the street was the garden in Isham Park that Officer Reynolds's parents, J. A. and Geri Reynolds, had cultivated, and where Bruce, their only son, planted cherry plum trees.
When Bruce Reynolds met Marian McBride, they settled in Knowlton, N.J., not far from the Delaware Water Gap. There, they could fish, grow vegetables, swim in their own pool.
It was a long ride for Officer Reynolds, 41, to the George Washington Bridge and his work as a Port Authority police officer, but he was undaunted by big journeys. ''They often went to Donegal in Ireland, where Marian is from,'' said his father. ''Bruce loved it there. That gave me joy.''
His father has planted bulbs at the garden in his son's memory, and the Port Authority has promised a flagpole. ''Maybe they'll raise it in the spring,'' Mr. Reynolds said. ''When the daffodils bloom.''
Lessons Learned Young
James P. Leahy learned responsibility at a tragically early age. A New York City police officer, he was 13 and the eldest of five children when his father, a Parks and Recreation Department employee, was murdered while on duty at a city golf course.
Officer Leahy, 38, became the head of his family then and there, said Officer Tim Duffy, a colleague at the Sixth Precinct in Greenwich Village. His youngest sister, Danielle, describes James Leahy as the only father she knew, from the time she was a toddler until he walked her down the aisle.
Losing his father shaped Officer Leahy's devotion to his own family: his childhood sweetheart and wife, Marcela, and his sons, James Jr., 18, Danny, 13, and John, 6. To ensure his children's educations, he worked two part-time jobs, as a security guard at New York University and at a J. C. Penney store near his Staten Island home.
He coached his sons in football and was always on the sidelines for their Little League games. A die-hard Pittsburgh Steelers fan, Officer Leahy fulfilled a dream by taking his boys to the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Ohio last summer for the induction of Lynn Swann, his favorite player.
A Passion for Perfection
One way to know Michael M. Taylor is to consider the eight-inch stack of index cards he dutifully prepared after deciding to get serious about wine. On the cards he recorded his impression of every bottle he tasted. As his pursuit of fine wines advanced, Mr. Taylor started his own collection. It now numbers more than 600 bottles. ''Michael had a passion for perfecting anything he set out to do,'' said his sister Mary Kaye Crenshaw.
Mr. Taylor, 42, was a high-yield bond broker with Cantor Fitzgerald. In a highly competitive business, he helped others get established. ''People in the business tend to chase after people who are already good,'' said Jerry Bias, a friend. ''I was just getting started and he encouraged me.''
From his Manhattan apartment to the Porsche 911 he drove, Mr. Taylor enjoyed the benefits of a successful Wall Street career. But recently he had started thinking about a more tranquil life, especially after he became engaged to Natalia Telyupa.
To that end, Mr. Taylor and Mr. Bias were starting a vineyard and winery in Virginia. They planned to create a cult wine -- hand-picked grapes, low yields -- just the kind of wine Mr. Taylor savored. The first bottles will be shipped in about 18 months. They will be labeled Taylor-made vintage.
Offbeat Interests
Craig Montano met his wife by cutting in line. On the first day of college at Syracuse University, Caren Mercer was waiting to register. She had risen early to get a good spot. He had gotten up later, and was looking around for a convenient place to cut in. ''Since he was cute, I let him,'' she said. They began seeing each other; they never stopped.
Mr. Montano, 38, a partner at Cantor Fitzgerald, lived in Glen Ridge, N.J., with Caren and their three children, Christa, 7, Lukas, 4, and Liam, 10 months. He had a touch of wanderlust, for he loved to pack everyone into the car and head off somewhere for the weekend, often with no notice.
He was a man of eclectic interests. At one point, he had a specialty painting business. Then he enrolled in brewers school and worked for a brewery. He opened his own restaurant, where he served beers he concocted. ''He always had certain offbeat interests, and he always excelled,'' Mrs. Montano said. ''But he always returned to family. That was his No. 1 interest.''
The Thrill and the Agony
His teams gave him unending joy and unending heartbreak. He rooted for the Yankees and the Jets.
With the Yankees, of course, Joseph Reina Jr. had an abundance of warm memories, a few of them interlaced with his marriage. He was married on the day of Game 1 of the 1999 World Series, and so a friend took a small TV to the reception so Mr. Reina could check the progress. His wife, Lisa, did not mind, though if he had tried to go to the game, that would have been it.
The Jets were a different story. Mr. Reina watched their games, too, but more often than not found himself cursing at the team. Mr. Reina, 32, a manager of operations for Cantor Fitzgerald, lived with his wife in Staten Island, along with his collection of eagle statues and pictures. Their first child, Joseph Robert, was born in October.
One of the bonds between the Reinas was their dual worship of the sun. Mr. Reina adored vacations, and they had to be somewhere hot. ''He was the first guy I'd met who liked to take the sun as much as I did,'' Mrs. Reina said.
Mrs. Reina believes that the Yankees could not quite win that final World Series game this year because her husband, and his Cantor friends who worshiped the team, were not there. But she has some little Yankees outfits for her son, whom she intends to raise as a loyal fan.
Making Work Easier
Work did not seem like work if your boss was John Gnazzo. It seemed like fun. What else could you think if you sat down at your desk and heard a whoopee cushion emit its inimitable sound? Yes, John Gnazzo was up to his tricks.
Mr. Gnazzo, 32, was vice president for operations at Cantor Fitzgerald, and his sunny disposition and impish inclinations enabled people to get their work done efficiently but also amply enjoy themselves. One of his co-workers suggested that Mr. Gnazzo made every day at the office seem like a Sunday afternoon.
Mr. Gnazzo, who lived in Manhattan with his wife, Helene, and their children, John Vincent, 3, and Jule, 8 months, had deeply etched memories of the World Trade Center. During the 1993 bombing, he helped a woman who was in a wheelchair down 60 flights of stairs. Several years ago, his father, an electrician, had a heart attack while working in the trade center and died. And for reasons he couldn't explain, Mr. Gnazzo seemed to have premonitions of his own destiny. He would tell his wife: ''You're going to live into your 80's. I'm going to die young.''
But nothing inhibited his innate generosity. It showed up early. When he was 11, he made deliveries for a cheese shop in Greenwich Village. Anytime he made a delivery to an old woman, he never accepted any money. When he got back to the shop, he paid for those orders out of his own pocket.
A Niche for Helping
Robert Martinez believed that he had finally found his niche and was doing what he was destined to do. It had been only about three months since he had said goodbye to fast-food jobs and he was working as a security officer for Summit Security, patrolling the lobby of the World Trade Center.
This was a job that fulfilled him, because he had always been keen to help others. Which is why he managed to get out of the buildings after the planes struck, but told other workers that he had to hurry back to the towers and direct people out. He was inside when the buildings came down.
Mr. Martinez, 23, lived in Astoria, Queens, with his parents, Marie and Gabriel Martinez, and he had a son, Jonathan, 5, with a former girlfriend. He made a point of visiting his son on the weekends and taking him to the park, the beach or a movie.
He was a rabid sports fan, and when he was not playing basketball or baseball in the park, he would be planted in front of the television with his father and brother, absorbed in one game or another. He was one of those rare New Yorkers in that he rooted for both the Yankees and the Mets.
KEVIN M. McCARTHY
An Unabashed Confidence
First think of him and Cape Cod. For Kevin M. McCarthy, the man with the catching smile who never encountered a conversational pause he couldn't fill, the salty air, sand dunes and lapping waves of Cape Cod constituted paradise. He found serenity there as a boy, and it was where he took his own family for vacations.
Then think of his facility with his hands and his knack for MacGyver-like solutions. ''You gave him a string and he could create a universe,'' said his wife, Debra.
Then consider his unabashed confidence in himself. Risks didn't register. The proof was 98 stitches. Like the hockey stitches. The stitches from his service days when the antenna of an Army tank sliced off his eyebrow. And the box spring stitches. Unable to maneuver a box spring up three flights of stairs, he cut it in half, meanwhile sawing the inside of his hand. That was 23 stitches.
Mr. McCarthy, 42, who lived in Fairfield, Conn., with his wife and three children, Chelsea, 12, and Andrew and Stephanie, 5, was also the master of reinvention. He ran a personal service business, then became a stay-at-home father when the twins were born, and then emerged as a bond trader for Cantor Fitzgerald.
On the night of Sept. 10, just before they went to sleep, he told his wife, ''This is just too good to be true.''
Underwater Encounters
The four-foot-long grouper was guarding her baby as James Sands Jr. and his wife, Jennifer, swam by in their scuba-diving suits earlier this year, 75 feet below the surface of the Caribbean Sea at Grand Cayman. It was a tense moment, both for the grouper and for Mr. Sands, a budding underwater photographer. The mother fish gave what is known as a grouper shimmy, and the Sandses took their leave, but not before Mr. Sands captured the rare moment on film.
The picture joined a gallery of his work that included a close-up of a barracuda and a portrait of a moray eel baring its teeth.
Mr. Sands, 38, spent most days well above sea level on the 103rd floor of 1 World Trade Center, where he worked as a software engineer for eSpeed. But he was happiest underwater.
The Sandses lived blocks from each other most of their lives but didn't meet until a dating service set them up on a blind date in 1995. They began diving about three years ago, and Mr. Sands had only recently discovered his flair for photographing fish. ''They basically just posed for him; it was amazing to watch,'' Mrs. Sands said.
A Reader of Mysteries
Jimmy N. Storey's wife, Pam, does not believe the way her husband died makes him an automatic hero. But the flood of letters she received after Sept. 11 from people whose lives he had touched and careers he had mentored as far back as the 1970's made her deeply proud of the heroic figure he had been during his life.
A senior vice president for Marsh & McLennan based in Houston, Mr. Storey was visiting the company's offices in the World Trade Center on Sept. 11. After his death, Ms. Storey said, letters poured in from as far away as Spokane, Wash., where the couple lived 22 years ago when Mr. Storey worked for Aetna Insurance.
Mr. Storey, 58, was a voracious reader of mysteries, an avid history buff and a doting father and grandfather. His daughter Cynthia used to call him daily with problems and questions about personal and world events. Often, he picked up her children from the day care center near his Houston office when she needed help.
His other daughter, Tracey, recalls his lending her money to open her first bank account -- and taking it away after she spent it, violating the terms of the loan. Ms. Storey took to heart the lesson about trust and its boundaries. ''It takes a certain love and respect for your children to be able to teach them things like that,'' she said.
Touching Everyone
Hers was a life of almost fairy tale proportions. She was a granddaughter of the French couturier Elsa Schiaparelli. She was an intimate of Halston; a photographer for Glamour and Vogue; a model with Vermeer-blue eyes and golden hair; an actress; the sister of Marisa Berenson; the wife of Anthony Perkins; the mother of their two handsome boys.
But ask friends and family members what Berry Berenson Perkins was, and the answer comes to one word: angel.
''If there was ever a person who could be called a living angel, I think Berry was,'' said Gale Parker, a friend. Her sister, Marisa Berenson, used the word, too. ''She touched everybody who met her,'' she said.
Mrs. Perkins, 53, was devoted to her two sons, Oz and Elvis. But she had experienced her share of pain, having nursed her husband for two years before his death in 1992.
Seven years ago, while visiting Jamaica, she met Albert Parchment, whom friends know as Coot. He was guarding the gate to a party, and she didn't have a ticket. She sneaked by, so he went for her and gave her a ticket. ''We stayed up all night talking,'' he said. Then he took her back to her hotel and went home. ''I couldn't wait for daylight to come to get to see her in the morning.''
The two fell in love, and soon she was living between homes on Cape Cod and in Jamaica, where they ran a bar in Treasure Beach. After spending the summer on the Cape, she said goodbye to Mr. Parchment at the airport as he returned to Jamaica. Then she boarded American Airlines Flight 11 to see Elvis, a musician, perform in Hollywood.
A Keeper
Donald Arthur Robson would sometimes look out the tall windows near his trading desk on the 103rd floor of 1 World Trade Center, stretch and say, ''Yes, a Canadian can make it here.'' Or so he told his brother-in-law Bob Kreek.
He could also be seen stretching through his drives on the golf course of the Plandome Country Club in Manhasset, N.Y., of which he was president-elect. ''He was a big presence on the golf course,'' said Mr. Kreek. ''He couldn't putt, but he was a heck of a golfer.''
Mr. Robson, a partner at Cantor Fitzgerald, also seldom found a crossword puzzle he could not complete. And he and his wife, Kathy, seldom found a dance floor they couldn't dominate.
A native of Toronto, Mr. Robson, 52, met his wife of 25 years in his hometown when she was dispatched temporarily to his office there. Kathy Kreek became convinced that this man was a keeper, and she did everything in her power to make him feel the same. ''Once when they were courting, Don was taking Kathy away to the beach,'' Mr. Kreek said. ''Kathy spent a great deal of time matching her sunglasses to her bathing suit to her beach towel, in an effort to secure Don.''
She succeeded, but she never did beat him on the golf course -- that honor fell to their sons, Geoffrey and Scott.
Full of Shenanigans
A few years ago, James Morris finally beat his uncle William R. Peterson at basketball. Mr. Peterson was 6-foot-2 and so good that he inspired Mr. Morris to play better. Though Mr. Peterson was more of a brother than an uncle to his nephew, in this case he believed that age made a difference. ''He claimed he was getting too old,'' said Mr. Morris. ''I said I was getting too fast.''
Otherwise, Mr. Peterson, 47, was not one to act his age. At family holidays, ''there's a voice that's missing. Some of the shenanigans are missing too,'' said Mr. Morris.
A claims examiner at Marsh & McLennan, Mr. Peterson had been practicing those shenanigans since he was a child in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. ''He was a brat,'' said his father, Robert. Still, everybody loved him, and the father ended up giving him the family's summer home in Breezy Point, Queens. Mr. Peterson lived there with his wife, Robin.
The house sits so close to the shore that Mr. Peterson could watch for the bluefish to start running from his front window. He called his father three times a day, and his early morning phone call on Sept. 11 was special. ''He was really on cloud nine that day,'' said Robert Peterson. He had caught some bluefish from his front yard the night before.
Calming Instructions
In the 22 months since his birth, Michael Quinn has learned to enjoy many things, but moments with his grandfather Matthew Ryan were highlights. The two played ball. They walked. They collaborated in the gloriously messy business of washing cars, outside the Ryan home in Seaford, N.Y. Mr. Ryan's wife, Margaret, said Matthew ''would take the hose, squirt it all around, squirt the car, squirt Grandpa. Mostly he just got himself soaked.''
Matthew Ryan, 54, loved all things Irish and all things family. He also loved to listen to the disc jockey Vin Scelsa play classic rock on the ''Idiot's Delight'' show on radio, and loved playing or watching hockey.
Matthew Ryan's 28-year career took him from Engine Company 280 in Brooklyn, to Engine Company 43 in the Bronx, where he was a lieutenant, back to to Engine Company 280 as captain and then to Manhattan in September 2000 as a battalion chief. In the heat of a fire, he would whisper calming instructions in younger firefighters' ears, Mrs. Ryan said. ''They always felt more confident when Matty was on duty.''
On Saturday evenings, many members of Engine 280 still listen to ''Idiot's Delight.''
A Difference on Beatles
Just eight minutes after he was born, Richard Palazzolo met his lifelong companion: his twin brother, Ronald. The two were identical in every way: looks, mind-set, careers, everything. They shared an apartment in Manhattan, owned a home together upstate, and both worked in the World Trade Center.
Richard Palazzolo, 39 and known as Rico, was a mortgage security broker at Cantor Fitzgerald, and Ronald Palazzolo was a government security broker at Garban Intercapital. ''I wouldn't think about doing something without including my brother in it,'' said Ronald Palazzolo. ''I would have to be with him.''
Were there any differences? Mr. Palazzolo thinks for a long time. Finally, it occurs to him: although they both loved the Beatles, ''my brother always liked George Harrison. I liked Paul McCartney.''
Staying for Family
Charles Francis Xavier Heeran gave up a promotion to stay in New York City. Only 23 and a little more than a year out of college, Mr. Heeran had risen quickly as a bond trader at Cantor Fitzgerald. But when he was offered a promotion that meant moving to the company's London office, he declined.
''He wanted to stay near his friends and family,'' said his father, Bernard Heeran. A natural extrovert, Mr. Heeran loved to get together with people. His great-aunt Bernadette Hay Griffin said, ''He was a great organizer of parties. He would gather 30 people and go to 'Tony and Tina's Wedding,' '' the long-running Off Broadway show.
He was also generous with his friends. His father said: ''He was always buying cocktails to get the party going. He wasn't tight with a buck.''
Mr. Heeran grew up in Rockaway Beach, Queens, and went to Xavier High School in Manhattan. He was one of 10 Xavier graduates and 16 twins who disappeared in the World Trade Center on Sept. 11.
Planning for Two
Andrea Haberman and Allen Kolodzik were engaged last April in the gazebo at St. Norbert's College in Wisconsin, where they met freshman year. At first, she thought he was weird, Mr. Kolodzik said, but by sophomore year they were dating.
Sixteen months was not too much time to plan a wedding scheduled for December 2001. By the end of the summer, Ms. Haberman -- snap-tight organized -- had booked the rooms, bought the dress, planned the honeymoon, made hundreds of lists.
They had bought a house in Chicago, where they moved after college, and Ms. Haberman was in the thick of decorating. ''We had it all down,'' said Mr. Kolodzik. ''As far in advance as 25-year-olds can -- marriage and family and so on and so forth.''
Ms. Haberman grew up in rural Wisconsin, where her parents own a restaurant. She grew to love Chicago after taking a job there with Carr Futures, but she had never visited, or wanted to visit, New York. But when her company asked her to go there for a day of meetings, she steeled herself. She arrived late Monday night, Sept. 10. She had a 9 a.m. meeting in the north tower on Tuesday. She was there 20 minutes early.


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We, too, have to echo the praise of Rich Glennie in his recent column regarding Lee Ostrom. As parents of three sons, who competed for GSL and the Plato Blue Jays over a 10-year period, we spent a lot of time on bleachers.
We, undoubtedly, saw Lee at every event. It didn't matter if you saw him at an event on a Tuesday and Thursday; you would still see him Sunday afternoon following a baseball game with his notepad and camera in hand.
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Our daily routine at Circle Time always includes a segment about the weather. We sing a cute little song called "Weather Watcher":
Weather watcher,
Weather watcher,
What do you see?
What do you see?
Tell us what the weather's like,
Tell us what the weather's like.
Won't you, please?
Won't you, please?
Our "Weather Watcher" checks the window and reports the weather. (Occasionally, we debate the weather, because in a 4 year old's "world of weather" there are many shades of gray.) We post it on our board, near our calendar.
Recently, we spent a week exploring weather in depth. We have graphed the weather each day in March. Our "Weather Watcher" now has additional duties and draws the weather and places it on the appropriate area of the graph.
In addition, the week of our unit, each child completed a weather chart for each day.
I cut out little cloud shapes from blue fun foam and let them roll the dice to place the correct number of glass bead "raindrops" on their cloud.
We did lots of experiments with wind. We tested a variety of items in front of a fan to see if the wind could blow them and posted them to a chart. We also tried blowing each item with our mouths, both alone and through a straw.
This activity led into a wind race, blowing cotton balls through straws to see which ball could go the farthest.
We made weather wheels from paper plates.
We read It Looked Like Spilt Milk and made cloud pictures with shaving cream and glue. We added the caption "It looked like_____." and bound these together to make a class book.
We also played a game called "Be The Weather" and the students acted out the weather as I called out "weather words" like: rain, wind, thunder, sunny, etc.
We've read lots of good books with our weather unit! Here are some of our favorites:
note: Coincidentally, the tsunami and earthquake had just happened when we started this unit. While I would not typically spend a lot of time on "darker world issues", one of our classmates moved back to Japan less than a month ago. Our class has been very concerned for him, so we've spent some time talking about how these disasters have affected the Japanese people. Thankfully, we've been in touch with our student, and have heard that he and his family are okay.


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Physics and sport
With this being a busy year for sport, we look at the various contributions of physics to sport.
Physics is not only relevant to the "big questions" of where the universe came from and how it works – it has many real-life applications too.
Sport is just one of them, and, with this being an exciting summer of sport, physics is behind much of the action.
Right on time
Physics is used for precision timing of runners' movements – from starting block to finishing line.
Modern starting blocks are integrated with a high-tech starting gun system – if its pressure sensors detect that an athlete has lifted his or her feet sooner than human beings can physically react – 0.1 seconds – they're automatically pulled up for a false start.
At the other end of the track, the days of photo-finishes and closely examining which runner is a nose ahead at the finish line are long gone. Instead, RFID tags – similar to those used in retail stores' security tags, but much more precise – are used to definitively tell which athlete crosses a line first, and how quickly. Some transponders are attached to runners' shoes, others are stuck to their race number – the latter are thought to be more accurate as they detect when the torso, rather than a foot, crosses the finishing line.
Using the force
To excel at any sport, mere athleticism is not enough, and competitors need to develop good technique to run, swim or row faster than their opponents.
In rowing, hi-tech paddles are fitted with pressure sensors that are used to work out the forces on each part of the oar at different points during a stroke. Athletes can then review a graph of the force at different times during their training session with their coach,. This enables them to determine which aspects of their technique need to be worked on in order to give them the best chance of getting on the winners' podium.
Material world
Runners, cyclists and swimmers experience a force pushing them in the opposite direction to which they're travelling, caused by resistance of the air or water through which they're moving.
Improvements in technique such as cyclists changing position can minimise this force by reducing cross-sectional area (to which it is proportional). Cyclists hugging their bodies tightly to the bike's frame can reduce drag force by half. But careful design of materials can also make more fluid flow around an athlete's body, rather than pushing against it.
Around 2009, swimmers began using full-body swimsuits with polyurethane panels. The tight suits squeezed swimmers into a smaller cross-sectional area as well as eliminating skin friction, allowing water to flow over the body more easily. Their introduction coincided with a spate of world records being broken.
Health and safety
Physics-based methods such as ultrasound are routinely used by physiotherapists to assist them in healing and monitoring sportspeople's injuries.
High-frequency sound waves are used to create an image of, for example, a footballer's knee. Because different tissues reflect those waves back at different intensities, physiotherapists can tell what type and depth of tissue they're looking at.
They're used diagnostically for problems such as fluid on the knee, or to spot tiny tears in tendons before they become major problems – preventing athletes having to suffer a long layoff while they recover.
A leg up
Prosthetic limbs have come a long way from the wooden legs associated with 16th-century pirates. While they were rigid crutches, modern prostheses are designed to emulate real limbs by storing and then releasing energy.
The rigidity of the carbon-fibre prostheses used by Oscar Pistorius, the best-known amputee runner, changes depending on where forces are applied – they remain stiff towards the knees but the parts that contact the ground are springy.
In fact, they're so good that Pistorius was deemed by the International Association of Athletics Federations to have an unfair advantage over able-bodied runners until the decision was overturned by the International Court of Arbitration in Sport in 2008.
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UC Santa Barbara student Michaels-Martinez, 20, was the last of three shooting victims to be gunned down by Rodger May 23 in the Southern California college town about 100 miles northwest of Los Angeles. He was shot and killed outside a deli after Rodger fatally stabbed three people at his Isla Vista apartment before the shooting rampage.
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MERRILLVILLE, Ind.- Action picked up again early Saturday morning as the Spring Showcase raged on at the Merrillville Fieldhouse about 30 miles to the east of Chicago. There was no shortage of local talent on hand as guys like Gary Harris, Kendrick Nunn and Steve Taylor did their thing.
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Kendrick Nunn, SG, Meanstreets 16's- Their games aren't exactly the same, but it's hard to watch the 6-foot-2 sophomore and not be reminded of former Marquette star Jerel McNeal at the same day. Though not quite as intense as McNeal was at that age, the sophomore still gets after it and is a threat on each end. The southpaw is a fine spot-up jump shooter to 21 feet and a big-time transition finisher. Nunn listed Memphis, Marquette, Missouri and Oregon State as some who have made an early impression with him.
Gary Harris, SG, D3 Pride- By now, most Rivals.com readers are pretty well versed in what the 6-foot-4 shooting guard from Fishers (Ind.) Hamilton Southeastern brings to the table. Getting stronger each time we see him, he's a driving athlete who mixes in enough jumpers to be dangerous. As usual, Harris was at his best finishing with monster slams in transition. He rattled of a list that included Michigan, Michigan State, Indiana, Purdue, Illinois, Louisville, Tennessee and Notre Dame among others.
Ka'Darryl Bell, PG, Full Package Elite- Here's a guy who looks like he wants to take his game to the next level and help solidify what is a pretty shaky class of point guards nationally. A 6-foot-1 playmaker, he has speed but understands how to harness it and is a very good decision maker on drives to the hoop. While he can score a bit, Bell is definitely more of a "pure" point guard. Iowa and Ohio have stepped up with early offers while Butler, Florida State, Nebraska, Drake and Illinois have all showed attention.
Jerron Wilbut, SG, Illinois Wolves- One of the weekend's most pleasant surprises, the 6-foot-2 junior is a nice shooting guard prospect. A capable ball handler who uses a crisp crossover and excellent first step to create separation, he's a bouncy finisher near the rim. More than just a slasher, Wilbut is also a dangerous three point shooter. Wilbut lists Nebraska, Illinois, Bradley, Northern Iowa, Southern Illinois and Nevada as having shown early attention.
Jahlil Okafor, C, Mac Irvin Fire 16's- Only a freshman, the 6-foot-8 Okafor is one of the more highly touted prospects to emerge out of Chicago in the last six or seven years. Watch him play and it's easy to see why. Young bigs are usually too reliant on their athleticism, but Okafor plays a back to the basket game and does so skillfully. His hands are sure, he's much more nimble and quick with his feet than you would guess and he's got excellent touch. Certainly a potential five-star prospect.
Drake Harris, SG, Meanstreets 15's- This spring has been a good one fore class of 2014 wings and Harris is just the latest in what is becoming an increasingly long line of freshman wings that look like future high major players. A fine shooter who is already nearing 6-foot-4, Harris also owns a high basketball IQ, good athleticism and a nice feel for the game.
Jaylon Tate, PG, Meanstreets 16's- A young point with good size, Tate just has a feel for playing the game at any speed. Uptempo or halfcourt style, his play stays steady and he makes plays for others. A fine athlete who can score a bit off the dribble, it's not a surprise to see him generating high major attention from the likes of Xavier, Tennessee, Illinois, Marquette and Ohio State.
Kendall Stephens, SG, Illinois Wolves 16's- It would have been nice to see him perform in a little more competitive situation, but the 6-foot-4 Purdue commitment looked pretty good during a blowout win and a squad scrimmage when an opponent failed to show. A long and slender wing, Stephens has a gorgeous jumper and plays with good pace and feel for the game.
Jalen James, PG, Illinois Wolves 16's- Word is starting to spread that the 6-foot-2 point guard from Chicago (Ill.) Hope is a player and he backed it up. A nice sized point with speed and athleticism, he's quick off the bounce, has a sense for where his teammates are and scores enough to demand respect. He has the look of a potential high major so it's not a surprise that he's already being evaluated by Illinois, Michigan, DePaul, Missouri, Tennessee, Dayton and several others.
Steve Taylor, PF, Mac Irvin Fire- The 6-foot-7 stretch four man picked up right where he left off in Hampton at EYBL #1. That means he was raining down a downpour of deep, contested, jumpers and finishing in transition. According to Taylor the likes of Memphis, Xavier, Iowa, Pitt, Ohio, Ohio State, DePaul, New Mexico and others were in to see him during the past few weeks.
Deonte Burton, SF, TP Elite- Playing during the winter at loaded Brewster Prep, the 6-foot-4 sophomore had to pick his spots. In a more featured role, Burton proved that he's still a capable playmaker. Built like a college tight end or speed rusher, he's an absolute bull off the dribble who finishes with violent dunks at the rim. As he continues to fill out, it's going to be important for him to stay flexible and keep his lateral movement up to snuff.
Fred Van Vleet, PG, Pryme Tyme Players- It's going to be a surprise if Midwestern mid-majors don't get into a major fight over the services of the 5-foot-11 lead guard. No, he's not the quickest kid and won't be the kind of guy mixtape filmers make a priority. But, people who like to see winners play the point guard position with poise, confidence and solid decision making will enjoy watching Van Vleet.
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While Gary Harris gets much of the attention for the D3 Pride, he's also lucky enough to have a pair of solid point guards running the show. Juniors Tyler Corley and Jacobby Bledsoe both do a solid job of keeping everybody happy and providing different things. Of the two 5-foot-10 PG's, Corley is a bit more physical, more of a driver and plays with a bit more emotion and edge. Bledsoe, on the other hand, is a bit more calculated, surveys defenses and opens the floor up with his ability to knock home some long range jumpers. Corley listed Western Michigan, Drake, Oakland and Ball State as showing the most attention. … The younger brother of Illinois shooting guard Brandon Paul, 2012's Darius Paul plays a much different game than his older brother. Already 6-foot-7 and nearing 6-foot-8, Paul is a thin insider with some length and athleticism who looks to finish in transition and can score out to 15 feet. According to Paul, he's hearing from Iowa, Ball State, Northwestern, Nebraska and Marquette among others. … A teammate of Paul and Ka'Darryl Bell on Full Package Elite, thin 6-foot-1 shooting guard Mike LaTulip is among the premier jump shooters in Midwest. If he catches in rhythm, defenses best prepare to inbound the ball because odds are it's going in. …
Purdue commitment Jay Simpson has definitely added some bulk since we last saw him. The 6-foot-7 power forward is also pretty springy around the rim where he explodes off the floor to finish and gather rebounds. His touch looks to be improving and he can face up and make some short to medium range jumpers. Next, he needs to improve his footwork in one on one, low-post scoring situations. … Years ago, Shannon Brown was one of the most enjoyable players to watch on the grassroots circuit. Not just because of his talent, but because of his refreshing approach to the game and because he seemed to have so much fun on the floor. Now, Brown's younger brother Sterling Brown is starting to make some noise of his own. A lengthy, 6-foot-3, maybe 6-foot-4, athlete, Brown is a hard playing kid who makes plays in transition. The 2013 wing also shows aptitude for playing on the defensive side of the ball and is well on his way to earning himself a division one scholarship. … Dominique Matthews is going to be a fun one to watch as he develops at Chicago (Ill.) St. Rita's. The 6-foot-1 freshman isn't really a point and he isn't really a two. Instead, he's an instinctive ball player with a nose for making plays in traffic on each end of the floor.
The Meanstreets 16's are as fun a team as there is to watch on the circuit. Tai Streets' guys play together and they are loaded with talent. In addition to the previously mentioned Nunn and Tate, wing Alvin Ellis and power forward Alex Foster play big roles in their success. The 6-foot-4 Ellis is a transition finisher who does all of the little things while the 6-foot-7 Foster does a ton of work on the glass and the lefty is an improving finisher in traffic. … We will be real interested to see where Illinois Wolves 16's big man Andrew Zelis is a year from now. The sophomore looks to be a legit 6-foot-10, has good hands and soft touch around the rim. Michigan, Northern Iowa, Southern Illinois, Brown, Northwestern, Dartmouth and Illinois have all expressed varying degrees of early interest. …. Quad City Run-N-Jump came dangerously close to pulling off the upset of the tournament when they took the mighty Mac Irvin Fire into overtime and much of it was because of the stellar play of 6-foot-6 combo forward Zach Burnham. Athletic and tough, he was very quick to the boards, finished in transition and scored on aggressive drives to the rim. He will earn admirers with his approach to the game.


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