ON a warm June day in 1978, William J. LeMessurier, one of the nation's leading structural engineers, received a phone call at his headquarters, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, from an engineering student in New Jersey. The young man, whose name has been lost in the swirl of subsequent events, said that his professor had assigned him to write a paper on the Citicorp tower, the slash-topped silver skyscraper that had become, on its completion in Manhattan the year before, the seventh-tallest building in the world.
LeMessurier found the subject hard to resist, even though the call caught him in the middle of a meeting. As a structural consultant to the architect Hugh Stubbins, Jr., he had designed the twenty-five-thousand-ton steel skeleton beneath the tower's sleek aluminum skin. And, in a field where architects usually get all the credit, the engineer, then fifty-two, had won his own share of praise for the tower's technical elegance and singular grace; indeed, earlier that year he had been elected to the National Academy of Engineering, the highest honor his profession bestows. Excusing himself from the meeting, LeMessurier asked his caller how he could help.
The student wondered about the columns--there are four--that held the building up. According to his professor, LeMessurier had put them in the wrong place.
"I was very nice to this young man," LeMessurier recalls. "But I said, 'Listen, I want you to tell your teacher that he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about, because he doesn't know the problem that had to be solved.' I promised to call back after my meeting and explain the whole thing."
This is one of my favorite New York stories, and also one of my favorite buildings in the city.
The design of the Citigroup building was flawed, and wouldn't stand up to winds that statistically occur every 16 years. To avoid panic, the building was secretly retrofitted, just in time.
My friend Gary had to cancel his birthday booze cruise because of Hurricane Bill, and I was immediately reminded of this great article. Read the whole thing here.
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I lived in New York for the best years that city ever had. The economy was booming and there was more life and activity in New York than anywhere else in the world. I totally lived it up, ate everywhere, drank everywhere, saw everything. I never passed on a chance to experience any corner of that town.
As soon as I left, it started falling apart. The economy collapsed, and given New York is the financial center of the country, it was hit harder than anyplace else. I'm really glad I don't have to be there to see all this happening around me. I have such great memories of New York, and that's how I'll always remember it.
I lived just a few blocks from this Starbucks, gave them a ton of my money, spent many hours coding there. It probably appears in over 100 photos I've taken. Here is one of my favorites.
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I miss New York so much. I wonder why we don't get cool places like this in SF.
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But there has always been something strange about the business on Spring Street. It seems too beautiful, too expensive an operation, given that it sells only coffee and 20 flavors of rice pudding. Beyond that beauty -- the serving case with specially designed pudding bowls, the oval glass entryway sculptured like a grain of rice, the quirky flavors like Stubborn Banana and No Guts, No Carrot Cake -- lies a tight-lipped tale.

Rice to Riches was one of my favorite dessert spots in New York. Not just for the pudding and coffee, but the overall experience of the store. It was incredibly well done, and I'm as surprised as any that it was fabricated to launder money. I guess if you need a way to clean up some money, might as well build something delicious along the way.
Thanks to my old Apple co worker, old New York neighbor, Paul, for the link
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All of our friends came out for one last night before we took off for the west coast. Dinner at Rue B followed by drinks at Musical Box.
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Kerry organized a surprise trip to the Brooklyn Brewery, Kate and my favorite place in New York City. We had good food and lots of beer. There are actually good photos and me and Kate since Kerry hijacked my camera. Thanks Kerry!
Great friends.
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Before moving to San Francisco, Kate and I spent a day in Central Park, including a ride on the carrousel. I miss New York City.
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This picture of the New York skyline is hanging over my bed at my dad's house in San Luis Obispo. I purchased it at Ikea in 2002, when I was shopping for furniture for the first time ever, moving out of Stanford and into a real apartment.
I had no idea that I would ever live in New York City, it wasn't even something that was on my mind. But I always loved New York, and this is what I chose to hang over my bed since the day I left Stanford. I guess it was meant to be.
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