WELLES REMY CROWTHER: Kindness
is a quirk of human nature that the person who does an
act of kindness may forget it, but the recipient does
not. And so it was, that upon the loss of their 24-year-
old son, Welles Remy Crowther, his parents, Alison and
Jefferson Crowther of Upper Nyack, received a note. It
referred to only a few moments in their son's life, high
school moments at that, but it had stayed with another
young man for years.
"Welles was a big player in ice hockey," Ms. Crowther
said, "and he was skating with a younger kid and nobody
was passing him the puck. Welles comes up to him and
says, `Are you ready to score your first varsity goal?'
He gets the puck, and passes it right to this kid and he
scores his first goal."
Mr. Crowther was an equities trader with Sandler
O'Neill & Partners, on the 104th floor of the south
tower. He shared an apartment in Greenwich Village with
his friend Chuck Platz, favored Hawaiian shirts for his
evenings out. Mr. Crowther's mother speaks of her son's
gallantry in escorting her to the opera. Mr. Platz cites
a very different example: the night that Mr. Crowther,
when a female friend had had too much to drink, put her
over his shoulder and carried her up five flights.
A memorial service was held for Mr. Crowther on
Saturday, but neither his parents nor his roommate have
been able to clean out his room. "The bed is still
unmade, the dent from his head is still there on the
pillow, his clothes are still on the floor," Mr. Platz
says. "Sometimes I hear somebody's key turn and I think,
`Oh, Welles is home.'"