He lives in New Jersey, just a mile off the Holland Bridge connecting it to New York City. He got up 5:30AM each day, two slices of white bread in the toaster, slaps in his marmalade jam, drank his perculated coffee, at 6:30 he catches the subway, crosses the Holland Tunnel on his way to the World Trade Center in New York City. September 11 will be a special day for him, finally after 10 years of devotion and hardwork, he will become a full associate of the firm that day. He's got big plans for his wife and 3 young children, they are all going to Southeast Asia for vacation that winter. He is an Asian American, his kids will finally see where their parents were born, see the faces of grandparents, uncles, cousins they never met. They are also planning to move to the upscale suburb, they have better schools and neighborhood there for the kids, the place they presently live now, has turned into a rough neighborhood of gangs, drugs and crime. They will celebrate the promotion that night.

He did not come home that night.

I know him quite well.