
For Port
Authority retirees, bittersweet memories remain
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
By DAVID A. MICHAELS
STAFF WRITER
Ken Philmus, a former
Port Authority executive, used to make this drive every
day. Driving his blue Lexus SUV along Routes 1 &
9, past the boxy warehouses and port facilities, he
looked across the river, where the Twin Towers stood. As
he ascended the Pulaski Skyway, a thought seized him,
and his eyes reddened.
The memory: Philmus and Dwight Darcy, a labor attorney,
negotiating with a union of automotive technicians in
the early 1980s. Darby was on the 66th floor of the
north tower and died in the Sept. 11 attacks.
"He didn't get a lot of the attention other people got,
post-9/11," Philmus, 56, said. "He was just sort a quiet
kind of guy. Very capable."
The sky was clear and blue, just like that day five
years ago, when 12 of his civilian employees were
killed. They worked in the north tower.
On Monday, Philmus went
to see some fellow Port Authority retirees. They
attended the agency's annual remembrance service.
Philmus was dressed for the occasion, wearing a
chalk-striped gray suit, silver cuff links and a red
tie. "Today is going to be tough," he said. "I
hope they don't play the bagpipes." Two of his
closest friends at the agency, Stephen J. Fiorelli and
Patrick A. Hoey, were killed five years ago. Philmus
believes he might have been the last person to talk to
Hoey, an engineer who worked on the 64th floor. Philmus
urged him to leave the building, but the police may have
told him to stay. Then the connection was gone.
Philmus was at a
conference in Boston on Sept. 11, 2001. The conflicting
feelings of guilt and good fortune pushed him into a
frenzy of activity. He managed a rehabilitation of the
Holland Tunnel, counseled the wives of fallen colleagues
and attended so many Catholic funerals that he felt he
could recite every word in the Mass.
Although he has been gone
for more than a year, Philmus still thinks about the
Port Authority. His new office in Iselin, where he works
for the national transportation firm DMJM Harris, is
decorated with reminders of the Port Authority's
indispensable bridges and tunnels.
Medallion recovered
On the wall is a discolored bronze medallion, made for
the George Washington Bridge's 50th anniversary, that
police officers found in the rubble of Ground Zero.
Knowing he used to have one in his office, they gave it
to him. "It may not be mine," he says. "But I like
to think that it was."
After a PATH ride into
the World Trade Center station, he walked to a
restaurant, Dominic on Greenwich Street, to meet some
Port Authority friends who had retired before 9/11. Jim
Kelly and Maxine Finkelstein were waiting outside. They
all hugged. Moments later, Arnold Karvasarsky and
Bob Isaacs arrived. They are 60-somethings who retired
on the same day in 1999. Along with Kelly, their
repartee is reminiscent of a buddy comedy. On their
first day of retirement, Kelly and Isaacs called Philmus
from the Cranbury golf club and "asked him if he was
having a good day, too," Isaacs said. Laura Radin,
another retiree, joined them.
They sat at a long table
and ordered lunch and sangria made with white wine.
"You think there are going to be bagpipes today?"
Philmus asked. "Very possibly," Karvasarsky said.
The conversation was not all so glum. They shared many
laughs about old colleagues and professional bloopers.
Finkelstein recalled a time before the Port Authority
mastered unfurling its massive American flag from the
George Washington Bridge. The first device to mechanize
the process actually fell hundreds of feet onto a car,
she said. The group is a family now. If they
didn't feel that way before the 1993 attack, they did
afterward. Many spent their entire careers in the
World Trade Center, starting in the early 1970s.
Karvasarsky, 64, viewed one of the first finished floors
in 1973 and ended his career in 1999, showing the
buildings to prospective buyers. "I was telling
all those people the buildings were impervious to a 707
jet," he said, "and truly believed it."
The group walked the 10
blocks back to St. Peter's Church on Barclay Street,
where politicians took turns talking before a marble
pulpit. When the bagpipes began, Philmus bit his upper
lip and looked up. Why was he away that day? At
some point, Philmus said, he decided that God had a
different plan for him. Maybe it was helping to lead
people through a crisis. But he doesn't know if that
were the plan and decided he never will.
Still, Philmus believes he could have made a difference.
This was how he spent his career, he said.
"I am absolutely
confident I would have told those people to leave," he
said, leaving the church and heading to Ground Zero.
Philmus caught up to some of his friends. Together, they
walked the long ramp toward the bottom of the pit, where
their office once stood.
Lately, he has been thinking of going back.
Private-sector work is lucrative and important, he said.
But Philmus misses working for the public.
"I was in the middle of things," he said. "I don't feel
that way now."
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