I have never been to New York, except for a stop-over at La Guardia on the way home from Europe during the '70s.
I admit it, that's pitiful. :(
I CAN tell you where I WOULD go if I'm ever in that town: #1 (of course) The Statue of Liberty; then straight-away to the Waldorf for Mr. Cohen's Chamber Magic, "21", Tannen's, the Walter Scott statue in Central Park...Look, my birthday is the same day as Frank Sinatra's, get it?
But I've had to live in California most of my life. I admit, it has been brutal. :cool:
Since I was a kid in the '70s, the images of Philippe Petit tight-rope-walking between the brand-new towers of the World Trade Center have been etched in my mind.
To this day, I honestly STILL can't fathom the YOU KNOW WHAT it must have taken to, not ONLY sneak onto the site WAY-the-Hell up there; but, rig the rope; then actually step out on that wire, let alone stroll back and forth, recline for a snooze, etc...Are you kidding me? :eek:
30 years, and the horrendous destruction of the Twin Towers later, make the fact that "some guy" snatched that moment, all the MORE incredible.
As one with a fear of heights (when somebody ELSE is working on a roof I get panicky)I was recently struck, in the build-up to Mr. Blaine's latest stunt, by the poster for his previous performance, "Vertigo". The view is looking down, from over his shoulder, to the crowd far below: the sky-line looking very small...I was reminded of Mr. Petit.
Imagine what it must have taken to hop out on that little platform WAY up there; not to mention the endurance of not moving for a day and a half.
Imagine the "swirling sea of humanity" so damned far below you...
After conquering your fear of being up there for just one second, be sure not to take too deep a breath, and get a little head-rush, 'cause you've got to stand up there for over thirty hours! --After which, we won't be gently-lowering you down, you have to leap off and plummet for a bit--O.K.?
What was it like being in New York during those times?