"...As far as "the innocents" is concerned, are you pulling my leg about the denizens of the WTC being innocents? Good grief, I trade against them, innocent isn't exactly the adjective I'd use."
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Oh the mouth he had, that Walwyn Stuart.
His smile was incandescent, and his kisses everflowing. His wife, Thelma, used to chide him over his enthusiasm for his newborn daughter - You're going to smother her! - and Mrs. Stuart didn't much like it when he came after her with his hugs and smooches. Well, actually she did. Just not all the time.
Mr. Stuart was a Port Authority police officer who loved his family, chess, and the Lord. He had been a narcotics detective with the NYPD but switched jobs because he wanted a safter assignment after his wife became pregnant. He became a father last year, and when he worked late, nothing meant more to him than returning home to NY State and holding little Amanda. He was great with children, but sometimes Mrs. Stuart would look on, just a little worried.
"I would be like, 'Honey, that's enough,' " she said. "He once said to me, 'You know, you never know when the day is going to come and you are going to want that big hug from me and I'm not going to be there for you.' "
(from the New York Times series "A Portrait of Grief," 2001) |
