By tim, The Godless Heathen
Back in the day, in the late 1960’s to the early 70’s, when I was just a young lass, my parents would pack us kids into the station wagon and make the six hour road trip from western NY to Staten Island to visit my dad’s side of the family.
Though our cousins, first removed (I believe that’s the proper term) were slightly older, they’d put up with us kids. One of them, Kevin, took us and our mom to the Statue of Liberty, all the way to the top. I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was hot, the incredibly steep stairs went on forever, and the view from ole Lady Liberty’s crown was…well, unforgettable
We have other great memories of those trips…Uncle Jack taking us kids to Coney Island and the old Yankee Stadium…crazy (in the best of ways) Aunt Margie always making us laugh hard…
Forward ahead many years later…
Via my sis, who found it stumbling around the interwebs:
"We looked up and it seemed like [the plane] was only 20, 30 feet above us," Connolly said. "We followed it, and as it was going over the water, I remember one of my friends saying, 'What the hell is going on?'"
"I can remember before it hit the second tower, it made a little turn," he said, slowly titling his hand 45 degrees. "With that, we saw it crash into the World Trade Center."
As those around him gasped in horror, Connolly's mind could think of only one thing.
"I turned to my good friend Danny Newman and said, 'Danny, my brother Jackie is dead.'"
There’s much more and also a video interview with Kevin.