When I had my old WordPress site, I had written about these two gentlemen below.
Since I no longer have that database and blog-post, it seems fitting once again that on the 14th anniversary of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 that I write about Harry Glenn and Brian Kinney.
Although I have never had the pleasure of meeting these two, I am connected to them in two ways:
Harry Glenn, was an alum of N.C. Central University, my alma mater. Glenn, 38, a 1983 NCCU graduate, was on the 97th floor of Tower One, ready to start his workday at Marsh & McLennan, a global professional services firm, where he was Assistant Vice President of Global Technology.
American Airlines Flight 11, a Boeing 767 bound for Los Angeles from Boston, slammed into the north side of the tower at 8:46 a.m., between the 94th and 98th floors, reducing the building to rubble.
Brian Kinney, is the late husband of Alison (née Hardy) Lewandowski, a 2nd grade teacher at Tyngsborough Elementary School in Tyngsborough, MA, where I was the Town’s Media Program Director. Brian, was a passenger aboard United Airlines Flight 175 before it struck the World Trade Center’s South Tower on 9/11. He was an internal auditor for PricewaterhouseCooper’s Boston’s office, was headed to California on a business trip.
In 2006, I was named Editor-in-Chief of The Campus Echo, NCCU’s the student newspaper, 98th Volume.
As the 5th anniversary of the event arrived that year, it was my goal to have this a re-cap story featuring Glenn and his family as part of our 9/11 Coverage.
I spent my entire summer tracking down Glenn’s surviving family. I remember at one point my girlfriend Jenn had asked me: “Why is this so important to you to find this family?”
I wanted to make sure that Glenn was remembered and how his family was doing. I was fortunate enough to speak to his widow Sharon and his parents Roosevelt and Birdie Glenn just days before that issue went to press. You can read more about it in the link below.
Campus Echo/NCCU Sept 6. 2006
WTC grief endures for alumna
Fast Forward to September 11, 2011, I filmed the following ceremony below at Tyngsborough Elementary School to honour those who died in the attacks.
The baseball field was renamed after Brian K. Kinney.
While I could have shot this ceremony, gone home and uploaded it at a later date as is (just the raw video and called it a day) I did the opposite.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon, I went back to the office, digitized the tape, tracked a v/o and aired it later that evening.
I take a moment to honor these two now as I did then…because both were just going to work. They were minding their business when they were suddenly taken away from their loved ones.
Sharon Cobb-Glenn described her late husband as someone who “[sic]…took being on time very seriously,” yet still had time to spend time with his family sharing his last hours with his son Jaylen, who turned 7 the weekend prior. On the morning Harry died, he and his son had a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table before going to work and school.
According to those who remember Brian, they remembered him as a man who genuinely was interested in people. While he could have waited until noon-time to call up his client on the West Coast, he boarded a plane so he could go out to California to meet them face-to-face.
I was 16-year-old junior at Nashua Senior High School sitting in a web-development class when word came down that a plane had crashed into the 1st tower.
One of the science teachers came into the lab looking for information. He heard there was a plane crash in NYC. His son and daughter-in-law were traveling to Mexico on their honeymoon.
I found it odd that when I tried to load CNN.com and all the news sites, nothing could load initially. It was shortly after we got a page to load that I saw the first images.
Life in America and society as I know it would be forever changed.
It wasn’t until 1:45 p.m. when Richard Burpee, the High School’s Vice Principal, made some nonchalant announcement that America was attacked. The man waited an ENTIRE.SCHOOL.DAY.
The hours that followed after that seem like a blur, but in the days that followed, I made it a constant reminder to not forget.
So today and every year, I pray that all families who were affected by the events of 9/11/2001 and are continuing to grieve — find comfort and healing knowing that there are people out there who have not forgotten about that awful day.