Note: Postscript is a new department that will reflect back on previous
magazine stories. Following the terrorist attacks of September 11,
BCM invited readers to send remembrances of alumni lost that
day to its Web site, www.bc.edu/bcm. The invitation remains open.
Here are excerpts.
John Doherty '66
I read with sadness the notice of John Doherty. I had not seen nor
spoken to John in many years, but we worked together for awhile
in 1973, when I [was] a marketing trainee for Commercial Union (CU)
in Lower Manhattan. Our office was on John Street, not very far
from the just completed World Trade Center. I arrived from Boston,
not really knowing anyone.
John was a commercial underwriter for CU at that time. He heard
that a Boston boy had started so he sought me out to say hello.
John was from Medford, I was from West Roxbury. Quickly we discovered
we had BC as a common background, as well as our Boston roots. Just
as quickly we became friends, and we would join others at the office
and, a few nights each week, take part in the nightlife Manhattan
offered. Many times we would go out and paint the town red (sometimes
two coats) but we were young, single, and were in a great place.
John was quiet but had a great sense of humor. He was very smart
and very kind. He was just fun to be around.
I was glad to see he was married and had a family. My condolences
to his wife and two daughters.
Ray Beattie '71
Tom Fitzpatrick '87
Tom's enduring friendships with his BC classmates were evident at
his memorial service in New York in September. More than 30 BC colleagues
were in attendance, and countless others have reached out to his
Personally, I will remember Tom as: another native New Yorker from
the other Jesuit high school in New York City ¥ my next door neighbor
from Duchesne West, who I met on my first day at BC ¥ the roommate
who lived with me for the next three years and shared so many college
memories ¥ the friend who grew closer long after we graduated ¥
the connection that enabled me to know his wife, Marianne, and his
children, Brendan and Caralyn ¥ the person I talked to almost weekly
on the phone right up until September 11th.
James McEleney '87
Dan Mcneal '94
I knew Dan McNeal from several activities at BC, including the Fulton
Debating Society and the Residence Hall Association, and as a fellow
resident associate with the housing office. I will always remember
Dan as what we hope the prototypical Boston College student will
be: intelligent, with the ability to communicate the fruits of that
intelligence to others; studious, with the ability to understand
that there are as many valuable experiences to be had outside the
classrooms at BC as there are inside. Dan was always proud and happy
to be a BC student, and I am sure that he remained a happy, proud
Before I graduated, Dan gave me a biography of a famous trial lawyer,
which I have always kept with me in my office. When I found out
about Dan's passing, I retrieved that book and once again turned
to read the message he had written inside the cover page. When he
wrote it, the words were meant to wish me well on my way from BC.
I now rewrite what he wrote to me, to return those wishes to Dan
and his family in this troubled time: "May the sun shine warm upon
your face, may the wind be always at your back, and may God hold
you in the palm of his hand. . . ."
Dave Dering '92
Blakefield High School in Towson, Maryland, is home to the Dons.
Technically, a "Don" is a "Spanish lord or nobleman,"
but at the all-male school it is the embodiment of the Jesuit ideal:
a man for others. In 1986, I came to Loyola a scared, lonely freshman.
I don't remember the first time I met Dan McNeal, because he was
the type of guy who made you feel like you'd known him all your
life after speaking with him for five minutes. "Dan the Man,"
as we called him, was a true Don, a class leader, extremely competitive,
a shoo-in for every student government position for which he ran,
but always modest. On campus, he was everywhere, breathless on some
important errand but always able to stop, smile, and make a witty
remark. Dan followed the stock market, and the Wall Street Journal
was often under his arm. While many of us slacked by keeping our
ties loose, barely buttoning our top shirt buttons, Dan tied his
tie in a full Windsor knot and wore a tie clip. He told me once,
"If I'm going to tie a tie, I might as well do it the right
He and I were the only two from Loyola's class of 1990 to attend
Boston College. Now more than ever I will follow in his footsteps,
as a man for others. I will be modest and giving. I will work hard,
laugh often, do it right, hold the door for people, and tie my tie
in a full Windsor knot.