There is a book that has been sitting on my nightstand for nearly ten years. Yes, ten. That is not a typo. 1000 Years for Revenge by Peter Lance. It has sat there, mocking me. I pick it up, dust it, move it from here to there. My failure to read it has nothing to do with lack of time or interest. I fear that reading it will launch me into a new direction - some kind of strange point of no return. I needed to be ready. If I started this journey without being ready, it would have been a false start. I have to, in my own way, tell the story of Ronnie Bucca - something I think I am supposed to do. Maybe the way some people contemplate Everest or travel the world in search of the perfect wave or something. Maybe the way one might spend years trying to pull a mythical creature from a river. He has to. Now, I have to.
Ronnie Bucca was an FDNY Fire Marshal - the only one in the history of the FDNY to die in the line of duty. Tower One. 9/11. On a floor higher than any other fire fighter. Also, by all accounts, he saw the attacks coming and tried to warn the US intelligence community. He knew they would come back to finish the job. He was right. I don't think enough people know who he is or what he did. His entire life was truly extraordinary.
So this is simply my taking the step to commit to doing my own research and promising to tell his story. Hold me to it.