I was a few blocks away from the Twin Towers, just starting to send that week’s edition of this newsletter, when the planes hit. I didn’t know until about a year later that I knew someone who perished that day. Her name was Carol LaPlante.
Carol was the assistant creative business manager at DDB Needham when I was there in the ’80s. In contrast to many of the larger-than-life characters in that department, she was very quiet. But, man, I knew she was a presence. She was previously a nun and was one of the most intense listeners I ever met.
Carol sat in my office a number of times and listened to me go on about my dad, who had just passed away. She was a healer.
I speak little of 9/11. I don’t want it to turn into a series of rote stories. But I can pay homage to a deep soul I knew whom we lost that day.
I listen for her name when they call out the list of those who died during the memorial service each year. Writing this is the best way I can memorialize her. Thank you, Carol. LC