I couldn't help but notice this remembrance of a World Trade Center victim in Monday's
The New York Times:
Michael E. Gould loved little children, guitars, beautiful women, fast cars and Mountain Dew. He had them all, almost. "You opened his refrigerator, and there would always be Mountain Dew and leftover pizza," said Jeff Anderson, his stepfather of 21 years.
Mr. Gould, 5-foot-11 and 260 pounds of muscle ‹ he was an avid body builder ‹ traded equities for the San Francisco branch of Cantor Fitzgerald until last June, when he was transferred to New York. On the West Coast, he roamed highways with his girlfriend, Vanessa Mills, in his silver BMW M5, which was fast "like a rocket ship," Mr. Anderson said.
In his solitary moments, Mr. Gould played guitar; Les Paul was his hero. He had no children of his own, but he was waiting to produce some. In the meantime, he snuggled with the kids of Ms. Mills's friends.
"But despite his strong, macho appearance, he called me every day," said Kathie Anderson, Mr. Gould's mother. "We just had a special connection. He confided in me everything, sometimes even more than I want to know."
Unknown Victim of the 9/11 Attacks Who Apparently Was One of Us
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