A Jokester's Gentle Heart
Everett Proctor III had a big heart and made for a good friend, but his dry humor came with the package.
If he noticed an opportunity to do a little tormenting, he took it. Being six years younger, his sister, Mary Griffin, took plenty of teasing growing up. They would go to an amusement park and he would announce that they were going on a nice, gentle train ride. Before she knew it, she was buckled into a roller coaster screaming for help. "He'd say we're going on a Ferris wheel," she said, "and it would be one of those ones that went upside down and all around."
When he was in the Boy Scouts with his cousin, they had to row across a lake. Mr. Proctor could row; his cousin could not. So Mr. Proctor rowed to the middle of the lake and told his cousin, "O.K., your turn." He sat there and laughed as his cousin rowed in circles.
Mr. Proctor, 44, was single and lived in Manhattan. He was an avid music and movie fan, and relished traveling. He had been working in Connecticut, but in January had switched to a new job as equities controller at Cantor Fitzgerald.
His sister lives in Massachusetts, and he would speak with her every day, often multiple times, just to see how things were. "On Sept. 10," she said, "I spoke to him three times."
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 12, 2001.