Hey. To be 30, single, a sharp dresser, with a front pocket full of cash and a back pocket full of friends and family? Little brother, your married-with-children two older brothers think you're having too much fun!
Even though he meant to settle down (no serious contenders for the wife title, so far), Christopher Vialonga, a foreign exchange trader with Carr Futures, was having a great time flying solo.
A big, good-looking guy, former offensive tackle, he whistled everybody together for Jets tailgate parties and organized the tee- off times on Sundays for a gang of six. He always arrived a half-hour early, because he was so revved. Johnnie Juicebag, they called him, Johnnie Black Shoes.
The money spilled from his pockets. Yes, it went for the black BMW and those clothes — forgetting to pack ski clothes for a Lake Tahoe trip, dropping $1000 on new stuff — but it flowed like crazy for his niece and nephews ("Chris, you're spoiling them!)
A full-tilt guy, who happened to be a sweetheart. He was worrying about his mother, Katherine, who struggled with widowhood. So at the beginning of September, he moved home to Demarest, N.J., to help around the house, just for a little while.
Remembrance and Sympathy
There are only 3 people who were killed in the 911 attacks that I knew, and I only vaguely remember Chris. But I knew Doug well, as he was a classmate and a team-mate of mine at BC. So to the extent that a sincere offer of condolences long overdue is any consolation to Doug, the rest of Chris's family, and especially his mother, I offer it here.
As with all too many taken for no reason worthy of a seconds' consideration (but demanding an eternity of steadfast opposition!), he was cut short in terrible injustice, but I am sure that he has known God's mercy.
Réquiem ætérnam dona ei Dómine; et lux perpétua lúceat ei. Requiéscat in pace. Amen.
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