The 5 a.m. Bagel Call
Patrick Woods's friends were accustomed to his distinctive style. Pretty much every weekend, he would call them up at some ungodly hour brimming with a plan. "Let's go get bagels," he'd say. It would be 5 a.m., or even earlier.
"People sleep on Saturday and Sunday, but he didn't," said his friend, Joe Dallesandro. "He was always doing something." If Mr. Dallesandro's machine picked up, Mr. Woods, who was known as Patty, would croon the song "Pretty Patty" into the tape.
Mr. Woods, 36, spent a lot of time with Raven, his Doberman pinscher. He liked to take her to the beach near his home in the Dongan Hills neighborhood of Staten Island, and sometimes he drove her into the city to see the sights. On Sept. 11, Mr. Woods was part of a seven-man team, all members of Local 608 of the carpenters' union, building desks and cubicles for Aon Insurance on the 103rd floor of 2 World Trade Center.
His career evolved naturally, from a skill he seemed to have been born with. He could fix everything, from cars to electrical wiring, and neighbors called on him for help. "He'd rip half the wall down until he got it perfect," said his brother Thomas. "He knew what he was doing with a lot of things, a lot more than me and my other brother. We've got a lot of projects started, and now we've got to get someone in to finish them."
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on Saturday, November 3, 2001.