Point Man in a Clinch
At the end of every day, David Vera and his daughter, Jennica, greeted each other with a scream. Their salutation was always the same: "I love you twice as much as anything you could say, universe, infinity and beyond the galaxies to the fifth dimension."
Now, when the door opens, Ms. Vera, who came from Puerto Rico two years ago to live with her father, still expects to hear his voice.
She will remember him most for his strict parenting. On her prom night, Ms. Vera's date had to grasp her father's keys so that Mr. Vera would have copies of the young man's fingerprints. "He would always say he trusted me, but he didn't trust the world," said Ms. Vera, 18. "He was very overprotective."
Mr. Vera, 41, who lived in Brooklyn, was the senior telecommunications technician at Euro Brokers. He also had a sacred fitness ritual. He exercised every day, but reserved Saturdays for pickup basketball games in Park Slope. "He wasn't too much of a dribbler, but if you left him alone he'd burn you," said a longtime friend, Eddie Claudio. "He was a go-to guy. The type of guy that if you needed help he was there in clinch time."
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 16, 2001.