Knox The Hatter
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It's the eleventh of September, and my thoughts this morning gravitate to a man I know, who's engaged to be married to my wife's cousin this November, one of the top twenty most beautiful women I've ever met in my life. This guy's terrific, a jewel, fun to be around, as sunny a personality as you'll meet. He lost his brother in the towers that day, one of the employees at Cantor Fitzgerald, where there were no survivors of the work force who reported that morning.
I've never felt comfortable talking to him about his brother or anything about that day. I'm really not good at talk like this. My heart is going out to him right now, though, as well as all the others. I also think of the morning of September 12th, seeing more cars than usual parked in the lots at the Princeton Junction train station while driving through, and a taxi driver friend of mine saying that those extra cars belonged to people who weren't coming home.
I'm reasonably sure that everyone in north and central New Jersey knew someone, either directly, or through one or two degrees of separation, who died up there that day. That's magnitude...
I've never felt comfortable talking to him about his brother or anything about that day. I'm really not good at talk like this. My heart is going out to him right now, though, as well as all the others. I also think of the morning of September 12th, seeing more cars than usual parked in the lots at the Princeton Junction train station while driving through, and a taxi driver friend of mine saying that those extra cars belonged to people who weren't coming home.
I'm reasonably sure that everyone in north and central New Jersey knew someone, either directly, or through one or two degrees of separation, who died up there that day. That's magnitude...
