He tried to be a good father and a decent husband to his wife of 16 years, Cindy.
He became such a regular presence at the local swim club that he was named its vice president. After work, he walked the family dog, Shadow, and took his two daughters to swim practice. He strapped on his goggles and stood at his machine until the late afternoon, churning out components for power tools.
Every morning of every weekday for 12 years, Thomas Montgomery punched in at the Dynabrade factory in Clarence, a small town in upstate New York.
