John worked as a trader at Sandler O'Neill & Partners in the World Trade Center. He was killed in the terrorist attack on the Trade Centers, on September 11, 2001. He was from Basking Ridge, New Jersey.
His name can be found on Panel S-51 of the National September 11 Memorial in Manhattan, New York City, New York.
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 10, 2001. -
He got up every weekday morning before the sun rose, drove his beat-up truck to a Basking Ridge, N.J., train station glittering with Lexuses and Volvos, and began an hour-and-half commute to Lower Manhattan. There, in an office tower that sometimes swayed in the wind, he put in long hours as a managing director for the Sandler O'Neill investment banking firm.
It took another 90 minutes to get back to that old truck. But then John Farrell would be truly home.
There, in Basking Ridge, was his wife, Maryanne, who caught his eye way back in the 70's at Bernards High School just down the road. There, too, were his four children; the oldest was 12, the youngest just 3.
"He grew up in a small town, met his wife in a small town," said Bob Bush, the best man at his wedding and a friend from high school. "He wanted his children to have the same experience that he had in a small town."
Bob Kumpf, another high school friend and now a Basking Ridge police captain, agreed: "He made the trek into the city everyday, those long hours and that long commute, because it was the best thing for his family."
At 41, John Farrell knew the value of simple things. At one of many backyard gatherings, surrounded by family members and old buddies, he leaned over and said: "You know what, Kumpfy? It doesn't get any better than this."
His name can be found on Panel S-51 of the National September 11 Memorial in Manhattan, New York City, New York.
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 10, 2001. -
He got up every weekday morning before the sun rose, drove his beat-up truck to a Basking Ridge, N.J., train station glittering with Lexuses and Volvos, and began an hour-and-half commute to Lower Manhattan. There, in an office tower that sometimes swayed in the wind, he put in long hours as a managing director for the Sandler O'Neill investment banking firm.
It took another 90 minutes to get back to that old truck. But then John Farrell would be truly home.
There, in Basking Ridge, was his wife, Maryanne, who caught his eye way back in the 70's at Bernards High School just down the road. There, too, were his four children; the oldest was 12, the youngest just 3.
"He grew up in a small town, met his wife in a small town," said Bob Bush, the best man at his wedding and a friend from high school. "He wanted his children to have the same experience that he had in a small town."
Bob Kumpf, another high school friend and now a Basking Ridge police captain, agreed: "He made the trek into the city everyday, those long hours and that long commute, because it was the best thing for his family."
At 41, John Farrell knew the value of simple things. At one of many backyard gatherings, surrounded by family members and old buddies, he leaned over and said: "You know what, Kumpfy? It doesn't get any better than this."
John worked as a trader at Sandler O'Neill & Partners in the World Trade Center. He was killed in the terrorist attack on the Trade Centers, on September 11, 2001. He was from Basking Ridge, New Jersey.
His name can be found on Panel S-51 of the National September 11 Memorial in Manhattan, New York City, New York.
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 10, 2001. -
He got up every weekday morning before the sun rose, drove his beat-up truck to a Basking Ridge, N.J., train station glittering with Lexuses and Volvos, and began an hour-and-half commute to Lower Manhattan. There, in an office tower that sometimes swayed in the wind, he put in long hours as a managing director for the Sandler O'Neill investment banking firm.
It took another 90 minutes to get back to that old truck. But then John Farrell would be truly home.
There, in Basking Ridge, was his wife, Maryanne, who caught his eye way back in the 70's at Bernards High School just down the road. There, too, were his four children; the oldest was 12, the youngest just 3.
"He grew up in a small town, met his wife in a small town," said Bob Bush, the best man at his wedding and a friend from high school. "He wanted his children to have the same experience that he had in a small town."
Bob Kumpf, another high school friend and now a Basking Ridge police captain, agreed: "He made the trek into the city everyday, those long hours and that long commute, because it was the best thing for his family."
At 41, John Farrell knew the value of simple things. At one of many backyard gatherings, surrounded by family members and old buddies, he leaned over and said: "You know what, Kumpfy? It doesn't get any better than this."
His name can be found on Panel S-51 of the National September 11 Memorial in Manhattan, New York City, New York.
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 10, 2001. -
He got up every weekday morning before the sun rose, drove his beat-up truck to a Basking Ridge, N.J., train station glittering with Lexuses and Volvos, and began an hour-and-half commute to Lower Manhattan. There, in an office tower that sometimes swayed in the wind, he put in long hours as a managing director for the Sandler O'Neill investment banking firm.
It took another 90 minutes to get back to that old truck. But then John Farrell would be truly home.
There, in Basking Ridge, was his wife, Maryanne, who caught his eye way back in the 70's at Bernards High School just down the road. There, too, were his four children; the oldest was 12, the youngest just 3.
"He grew up in a small town, met his wife in a small town," said Bob Bush, the best man at his wedding and a friend from high school. "He wanted his children to have the same experience that he had in a small town."
Bob Kumpf, another high school friend and now a Basking Ridge police captain, agreed: "He made the trek into the city everyday, those long hours and that long commute, because it was the best thing for his family."
At 41, John Farrell knew the value of simple things. At one of many backyard gatherings, surrounded by family members and old buddies, he leaned over and said: "You know what, Kumpfy? It doesn't get any better than this."
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