To The Editor:
I know Vermont is far from New York City, but it is close enough to feel for the rest of the country.
September 11, 2001, started out as a beautiful morning. Joan’s first day back to Wall Street after being laid up for months with a crushed foot from a Wall Street accident.
Joan was so excited when the town car came to the house at 6 a.m. to take her to her beloved Wall Street across the street from the Towers.
We find out later that night that the town car that picked her up was crushed by debris from the first plane.
Not knowing what was going on I told Joan to go downstairs and listen to the firemen. That was the last contact until 6 p.m. – and she was safe. She had walked through the horror, saw people jumping and got through the smoke plume. We had to go down there three days later – what a mess.
Again: Many people have passed from the plume -- from the stuff in the debris cloud. I truly believe that is what took my beautiful Joan from all of us on July 29, 2017.
God bless all that perished that day and since.
Never, ever forget.
John Gallagher
Waitsfield
