When I got to my office this morning, I found out that someone I used to work with was on one of the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center.
Chris was a nice guy. He had the desk right next to mine; I couldn’t help looking over there a few times today. He played french horn in a local orchestra, and when he had to work late he told me how his conductor would be upset with him for missing rehearsal. He had a son who was born just about the same time I met him, about three years ago. Chris used to light up like a kid whenever he talked about his son.
He left the company after about a year. We had lunch a few times, but I haven’t seen him since last summer. We kind of fell out of touch, and I don’t know if I would have seen him again, anyway.
He deserved better than this. Stupid thing to say, I know; mundane to the point of being meaningless. But mundane and normal would suit me fine right about now.
