By now, we’ve all heard about the ALS “Ice Bucket Challenge.” Some of us have even taken the plunge.
Poker pro Tom Schneider did more than just that. He wrote and performed a song tribute to the late baseball legend. Inspired by greater awareness about ALS — also known as “Lou Gehrig’s Disease” — Schneider was motivated to do some research and learn more about the baseball player, and the man beneath the famed pinstripes. The result of that inquisitiveness is the song, posted below.
I’m impressed by Schneider’s willingness to do something like this, which takes guts. During a recent film shoot for “Poker Night in America,” where Schneider performed a few songs on camera, I was surprised to learn that the four-time WSOP gold bracelet winner only started playing the guitar about three years ago. Now, he’s writing songs and inspiring others. That’s pretty cool.
Here’s “Lou,” co-written with Rob Heath and performed by Tom “Donkeybomber” Schneider. It’s combined with a wonderful video montage to Lou Gehrig.
Introduction: Today marks the 13th anniversary of 9/11. This seems to be a fitting occasion to look back and remember the World Trade Center before they collapsed on that tragic day. Marieta and I visited the World Trade Center a few times. We even went to the top of one of the towers about a year before the tragedy. Today’s essay includes some photos which were taken during those times. This is all that remains of those fond memories.
The twin towers, so utterly unremarkable in design, yet so grandiose by sheer size and scope, weren’t just windows to the world. They were extensions of our national character and pillars of America’s unequivocal stature as a global superpower.
Within sight of those two towers, the Statue of Liberty is often said to symbolize our national identity. But the unruffled lady bearing a flaming torch is more of an ideal, really. Rooted squarely within the planet’s financial epicenter, the World Trade Center arose as the true manifestation who we are and what we’ve come to represent as a nation, as an economy, and as a people — imposing, bold, excessive, and unapologetic for it all.
Which is precisely why they were such inviting targets on that fateful day no one saw coming.
The view from the top of the towers looking east towards Brooklyn was breathtaking.
Visitors rode express elevators from the ground floor to the observation decks. One was inside. Another was on the rooftop, outside.
That’s Marieta off to the right of the frame.
Here’s another angle, of the view looking east, but angled more towards the south. If you look carefully, you can see the tip of Manhattan Island starting to curve around, there off to the right side. The World Trade Center was only a block or so away from the shore. In fact, landfill was added to part of the outer perimeter which allowed traffic to move more easily. A park was also added near the waterfront. Of course, that’s all gone now, or at least it’s been transformed.
When we stepped inside Windows on the World, the famous restaurant perched on the 106th and 107th floor of the North Tower, this was the view looking out towards Hudson Bay. There in the center of the photo where the golden sunset radiates off the water, is Liberty Island, which provides the base of the Statue of Liberty. You can barely see her proudly standing there in the glow of the sunshine.
The twin towers standing so close side by side meant you could sometimes see people over in the other building. Those working in offices. Maintenance people. Company executives with corner offices who by the very definition of where they worked had “made it.” All strangers.
Watching someone over in the other tower, catching their eye, and waving was pretty amazing. Seeing them wave back was a real joy.
I wonder what happened to some of those nice people who waved.
The first thing that hits you when you step outside onto the observation deck at the World Trade Center is — the wind.
Not like a breeze. Not even gusts. It just blows…..hard….all the time.
We went outside on a perfect day. I can’t even imagine the difficulty of what it must have been like to do construction or maintenance work on the roof of these buildings. The wind was brutal.
Here’s the view from the outer observation deck looking directly north, uptown on Manhattan Island. Oddly enough, when being up this high it’s so far up one might lose any fear of heights. It’s almost like flying.
I did not shoot this photo (above). It shows the brave rescue workers a short time after the twin towers collapsed.
Just about everyone connected in any way to the events of 9/11 had an opinion on what to do with the now-sacred site. In the end, rich and powerful financiers do what they always do, which is to tear it all down, haul it away, and rebuild again. The land beneath the bodies and rubble was far too valuable to be left simply, as is, which would have been the most appropriate tribute.
At the very least, part of the iconic outer skeleton of World Trade Center should have been left intact, and then other buildings could have been built around it. Something, at least, should have remained of those fallen towers, to remind us. Something tangible. Something people can see, and touch, and remember.
Now that those two platforms of such wonderfully unique perception are gone, we can no longer gaze out, reflect, and enjoy. The purgatory between earth and sky stands no more.
Postscript: So, whatever happened to all the twisted steel and broken glass, and all the other remains from the 9/11 crime scene? Most of the debris ended up across the bay in a landfill on Staten Island. Here’s a video clip about what has become of those remains:
Actor James Garner at the 2006 World Series of Poker Main Event Championship
I just read of the passing of actor James Garner.
He seemed like a really nice man. He certainly enjoyed a remarkably long and distinguished film and television career which spanned nearly six decades, including many memorable roles, perhaps none quite as endearing to those of us in the poker community as “Maverick.”
Writer’s Note: Late last night, Chad Brown passed away in New York City, the place of his birth. He died at the excruciatingly unjust age of 52. I was asked to write a tribute to Chad, which appears HERE at WSOP.com. Writing that narrative reminded me of an afternoon with him earlier this year. I had the opportunity to visit Chad here in Las Vegas. At the time, he was staying with Vanessa Rousso. Although the pair had already been divorced for a few years by then, they remained very close and were good friends until the very end of his life. Accompanying me on that day was Rich Korbin, the longtime marketing executive at PokerStars.com. This is the story of that special time and place.