Friday, September 29, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Her mom (the only cat that goes outside alone) watched over her the whole time. I don't think she trusted H and I to watch over her daughter.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Yes,that is smoke in the background.
Best of all, an opportunity to take photos,
which we all know I love to do.
Smoke from the jungle fire was in the air, but it was still breath-taking,
and I feel very fortunate to have been able to attend.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Mr. Jacobson was well known for his dry sense of humor. It was a routine for him to invite Jewish friends to lunch at his Manhattan home on Yom Kippur, when, of course, they were fasting. He loved to prowl through ham radio flea markets. Unfailingly, he would ask a vendor, "Do you have a used logbook and a big eraser?" He had a habit of not using turn signals when he drove. When questioned, he would respond, "It's nobody's business which way I'm turning."
The lead transmitter engineer for WPIX-TV in New York, Steve was a hero many times. He kept television stations running during both weather and terror emergencies. During the 1993 bombing of WTC, he stayed on the job until midnight, enduring heavy smoke conditions until the fire was put out, to assure that the transmitter was operating properly when power was restored. When the bomb exploded, Victor Arnone, a WPIX maintenance engineer and a close friend, had gone to the concourse to get lunch for him. He called Mr. Jacobson and yelled: "Steve! Explosion! Smoke! People are running out!" Mr. Jacobson said, "Does this mean I don't get my egg roll?"
In 1996, in the middle of a blizzard that put down 26 inches of snow, he walked 2 miles from home to fix a problem that could have knocked the transmitter off. Steven had a deep fidelity to that transmitter. He cared for it like a sick baby the occasional times when it would "dump" and take the station off the air. Once he used his shoelaces to get it going.
Steven A. Jacobson lost his life on September 11, 2001. He was to work from 8 til 4, but his day ended very quickly when a plane crashed into the building, just beneath the upper floors that housed the transmitters, which Steve Jacobson maintained until the very end.
Steven may be gone, but he has not been forgotten.
To read his Legacy guest book, please click here.
Steven's quilt squares from "United in Memory":