i'm more pissed off about the two buildings than the people inside of them tbh.
a buddy of mine in middle school was killed...one of my uncles was late to work dropping his daughter off at school and missed it...he was there for the '92 bombing
i'm more pissed off about the two buildings than the people inside of them tbh.
a buddy of mine in middle school was killed...one of my uncles was late to work dropping his daughter off at school and missed it...he was there for the '92 bombing
a buddy of mine in middle school was killed...one of my uncles was late to work dropping his daughter off at school and missed it...he was there for the '92 bombing
don't be a dick, it was sad to see him in the obits...his whole firm was wiped out when the first plane hit
James Patrick (CBA ’93), a bond broker at Canter Fitzgerald, was planning on having at least four children. He died seven weeks before his first child was born. When the plane hit the tower, Patrick was on the phone with a client. He interrupted the conversation to say that he had to evacuate the building. That was the last he was heard from.
Many classes were recognized for their achievements in Reunion Class Giving. The AA Class of 1989 raised $8,161 with a remarkable 52% rate of participation from their class in honor of their Reunion supporting the Annual Fund and the purchase of three benches in memory of three classmates they lost: Trevor Bader '89, Michael D'Angelo '89 and James Patrick '89.
and before you say anything, albany academy for girls is the sister school across the street
you lived in new york, didn't you, waw?
1989? i thought you were old, but jeeze... not THAT old
i've never heard of a jewish military school before. was this in israel?
I'm watching Samantha Brown in China on the Travel channel in honor of those who died. All rook same.
I'm watching Samantha Brown in China on the Travel channel in honor of those who died. All rook same.
I was just watching anthony bourdain eating a bunch of crazy soups in the far east...had like brains and pig knuckles and bones to suck the marrow out of...now I'm craving hot & sour soup...might have to go down the street and pick up a quart