Louis J. Minervino didn’t really have hobbies. He had a job and he had a family. At work, he calculated figures as an accountant for Marsh USA on the 98th floor of 2 World Trade Center. At home, in Middletown, N.J., he helped his young daughters, Laina and Marisa, tabulate their schoolwork. Now they are college graduates.
Mr. Minervino 54, was dedicated and disciplined. He was married 26 years. 'He was quiet, so quiet,' his wife, Barbara, recalls. 'He was so quiet we once asked him if he was in the witness protection program.'
Saturdays were for chores around the house — chores he did with quiet precision. On Sundays, he would pile his papers on the dining room table to do office work. Some of the other habits he left behind: rotating his socks in the drawer, to put the most recently washed in the back; sharpening pencils to a perfect point. And knowing how to say goodbye.
'He never left the house without kissing everyone goodbye,' his wife says. 'He made a trip to each of the girls rooms to say goodbye. And then he came to me.'