Ed Munyak

Ed Munyak is licensed fire protection engineer for the last 25 years and worked for a number of organizations. These positions were for city, federal, and large insurance companies. He has worked as a consultant in the area of fire safety with the goal of keeping the public and first responders safe.
He became fascinated with the government’s version of the events on 9/11. He says it is totally contrary to everything that he has ever experienced either working in the field of fire safety or mechanical engineering. He says the government story defies many fundamentals of mechanics, materials, physics, and engineering.

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Oct 16  
 I just received the text message, “Very interesting DVD, young lady!”  I don’t yet know who sent the message…the retired fire chief, the fire district administrator, one of the volunteer firefighters, one of the patrol officers, or maybe the retired mechanical engineer I met on the bike path today?  It’s somebody with an area code between Albion and Rochester…I’ll call in the morning and ask.

I discovered today why I am on the Erie Canal route.  There is a bike path along the Erie Canal from Buffalo all the way to Albany.  That means that I have a route with no cars, except when I go into the towns to make connections, for the next 250 miles!  My nerves appreciate the break from traffic – it is peaceful to ride without cars and trucks.  And it’s beautiful, with the green, red and gold of the trees reflected quiet dark blue waters of the canal.

I had a fairly short day on the road, only from Albion to Rochester, today.  I got a late start.  I was busy in the morning with an interview with a person who is writing an article about the bike tour.  I sent my business card file ahead to Rochester so I can pick up another round of business cards when I pass through the city.  And then I made several stops just along the road for phone calls to set up radio interviews and places to stay over the next few days.

My first stops were at the Albion fire station and police station, and on the way out of town at the Harvest Community Church. In Holley I met a past fire chief, and together we rang the door buzzer to talk with a patrol officer at the police station.  Just outside of Brockport I met an employee of the university on a bicycle, who directed me onto the bike path (the retired fire chief in Holley also advised the bike path).  On the bike path I stopped to talk with a couple walking their dog – the man was a retired mechanical engineer.  At the fire station in Spencerport, I paused to take a photo of the 9/11 memorial with yet another piece of WTC steel, and a volunteer firefighter invited me in for a tour of their fairly new fire station.  The head administrator of the fire district was at the station – I gave him a DVD too.  The firefighter took an additional DVD to give to the police chief.

I am curious who might have sent that text message to me.

Oct 15
 
Yesterday…let’s see how much I can remember.  I started the morning with a car ride with a local resident to the Buffalo Sun newspaper.  The city editor and staff said they were too busy to interview me – I left a DVD for the city editor, and also gave one to the security guard/receptionist at the front desk (as I gave him a DVD he said, “yes, I am interested.”).   

Riding east out of town, I met a cyclist who is also a Buffalo University student writing a master’s thesis on gender and cycling.  She guided me most of the way across the BU north campus (I was disappointed to learn that the engineering department is on the south campus).  Stopping to get directions the rest of the way through the campus, I also gave a DVD to a psychology student.

Then riding the back roads to the northeast, I left a DVD for the Imam of the Islamic Center.  I also stopped at the Amherst Museum and gave a DVD to the museum curator.  In Lockport, I gave a DVD to the owner of a convenience store whose brother is a mechanical engineer.  I left a DVD with the clerks of the Niagara County offices for the county sheriff.  The receptionist at the fire department said she’d give the DVD to the municipal training officer.  And the dispatcher at the police station said he’d give the DVD to the ID officer whose responsibility is forensics.

In Middleport I put a DVD in the mail slot for the fire department, and gave a DVD to the city clerk for the police chief.  Back on the road, I left a DVD for the Medina United Methodist Church.  And then riding into Albion, I left a DVD on the door of the New York State Police – before leaving I talked with a patrol officer who was just arriving.

I’m a few days behind in my writing again, but committed to catching up before resting tonight, so I’m tracking back, in writing, through the past several days.


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Oct 14

In Buffalo I had Sunday off, sort of.  On Sunday morning I went to the Unitarian Church, where I gave DVDs to the speaker for the day, a writer who spoke about the importance of stories, to the co-leader of the social justice committee and to an architect.  Later in the day, I was invited to visit Niagara Falls…the highlight for me was the 270-degree rainbow along the walkway at the base of the falls.  I’m glad for the opportunity to visit the falls, even if I had less rest than I needed.

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Oct 13  

Riding into Buffalo on Saturday morning, I laughed out loud with the realization that I had just ridden my bicycle all the way across the country.  For more than a year I’ve wanted to visit Marty McGee, the initiator, videographer and co-director of the Experts Speak Out documentary – it came as a shock to me that I was arriving to visit him on my bicycle!

I stood for one hour in silence with a Women in Black group along the Bidwell Parkway.  This group has stood in vigil for one hour every week for eleven years - it was their eleventh anniversary.  It was a strange sensation for me for activism to take the form of standing still in protest of the violence of the wars after being so in constant motion for days.  Standing still and silent has it's own kind of discipline.  

Following the vigil, we dropped in on a local alternative newspaper.  The associate editor just happened to be in the office at that moment, usually not there on Saturdays.  He took a photo and said he'd write a story.  

Later, I was completely striking out being able to get into fire stations and getting to the dispatchers of the police and sheriff stations in the city of Buffalo...I was thinking, there mush be something else I'm supposed to be doing instead.  A few minutes later we came across the Occupy the Roads bus meeting with the Buffalo Occupy group.  I was able to speak right after a woman who had just returned from a Code Pink trip to Pakistan to be with the people there in protest of the drone strikes (I admire her courage).  

I was feeling a bit panicky after standing out in the cold – I was dressed for cycling in the cold weather, not standing – so I was grateful to be set up with a warm house to stay in where I could get a warm shower.

Then I went out to dinner with another group of people, AE911Truth petition signers.  Over the past two years of volunteering with AE911Truth, as happened this evening, it has not been uncommon for me to meet people in tears of relief for the chance to talk to honestly about 9/11, because family, friends and colleagues have discouraged open discussion of 9/11.  

I want to take a moment now to express gratitude for people who have the inner strength to face the fear of risking belonging in order to express themselves with integrity, and – this is the best part – come through this experience with a deeper sense of belonging and integrity.

In Buffalo, I left DVDs in the hands of several local residents who want to give them to their own local firefighters, law enforcement officers and church leaders.

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Oct 12  

I rode through Orchard Park pretty quickly the evening before arriving in Buffalo.  The days are getting shorter and cooler which affects how much I can safely accomplish on a bicycle each day.  I missed the fire station but visited the police station.

On the way to Orchard Park, I had an interview with the assistant editor of the Hamburg Sun.  And I dropped off DVDs with the local fire department and police department.

On the way to Orchard Park, I dropped DVDs off for a couple of churches along the route, the Evans First Church and the Episcopal Church on Triangle Rd.  I also stopped at a several fire stations, Goanda, Seneca Nation, Highland, Lakeview and Evans.

I felt some trepidation crossing into NY state, uncertain of the response I'd get from people here.  So far, people here are as friendly and respectful and thoughtful as everywhere else in the country.  If anything is changed, I've noticed in the words and facial expressions of the firefighters a more heartfelt gratitude than anywhere else.   “You’ve ridden you bicycle all this way for this?  Thank you!  Wait here, let me get you a patch from the station.

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Oct 11

Leaving Fredonia, I dropped off DVDs at the Fredonia fire station, where I received an expression of gratitude for my effort.  I left a DVD at the Fredonia police station, where the security window is so dark that you can’t see the person behind the glass.

My first stop in Dunkirk was in response invitation to a home of a local resident – she had invited people over to meet me.  She was interested because she’s been worried about how strongly her son has been impacted by 9/11, persistently studying and questioning many aspects of the official reports.  She called him to tell him I was at her house, so he came over, as did several of her friends.  For most it was the first time they had heard of AE911Truth.  One woman told stories of the first weeks in NYC after 9/11, similar to stories I’ve heard before, of the handmade flyers and the people searching for loved ones lost on 9/11.  I can barely imagine, nor does my heart want to allow me to imagine the immensity of fear and grief...I’m hesitant even to write about it.  Another woman is an architect from Argentina.  I left DVDs with the woman who invited me and with the architect.

I proceeded to the fire station, left a DVD on the door, and to the police station.  I asked the police dispatcher how he felt receiving the DVD.  He was uncertain.  I asked if he felt more curious or more resistant.  He said both applied, he was both curious and resistant. 

The ride out of Fredonia was a short day on the road for me, only about 30, because my next planned stop was at the Seneca Nation.  I was welcomed and introduced to the Seneca Nation by a councilwoman.  In the evening, I had dinner with a woman who has devoted many years to working for indigenous rights.  And I spent the following morning with a local business owner and her daughter, learning about some of the intrigue behind the local Seneca Nation elections, and sharing my story the led up to my ride across the country on behalf of AE911Truth.  I appreciated sharp wit and straightforward humor about life, generosity and laughter! 

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Oct 17  

So that’s it, writing is caught up to the present, for now.  In the morning, after two radio interviews, I ride through Rochester.


 


Comments

10/17/2012 7:22pm

This is so great! The destination is so close! Yay Rena! I wish I could be at the WTC when you arrive.

I just found the article about Ellen Mariani's efforts to find justice on the AE911Truth.org website, and I donated $100 and ask that others will consider making a donation to her legal fund in order to have her case heard by the Supreme Court. Please read all about it on the website at http://marianilawsuit.wordpress.com/ where you will find the donation link.

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