ANDREW FISHER: A Love of
Fisher was driving his family to Kennedy International
Airport in August when he noticed that his newly wed
sister, Maria, was still carrying her bouquet. He pulled
over to the curb, opened the door, and made everyone get
out. Then, as angry drivers honked, he gleefully snapped
pictures of the bride tossing her bouquet.
"It was very funny," said Christina Fisher, the sister
who caught the bouquet. "My brother was kind of a big
kid. He always had a need for laughter and was very
playful. That was the side of him that I miss most."
Mr. Fisher, 42, a sales manager for Imagine Software,
was attending a seminar at Cantor Fitzgerald on the day
the World Trade Center was attacked. A veteran traveler,
he had lived in Amsterdam; Sydney, Australia; and
Edmonton, Alberta; before settling into the East Side of
Manhattan. He swam laps every morning and competed in
races, but never talked about how he did. When his family
unpacked his gym bag, they found a third-place medal
buried under goggles and swimming trunks.