Those years of impasses that are the World Trade Center rebuilding saga left developer Larry Silverstein, as Johnny Cash would put it, with no tenants, no loans, no chance. Yet the whole project boils down to government and private incompetence of epic proportions.
Here's the epic. (With apologies to Tanya Tucker.)
Chris O. Ward, what's that tower you work on
Could it be the faded plans from days gone by?
And did I hear you say they was a-meeting you here today
To take off your hands some floors in the sky?
It's been eight years and folks here 'round still call them ugly
All the folks around New York say you're crazy
'Cause you walk around town with tax rebates in your hand
Looking for that mysterious tenant man
In the olden days they called it Libescheme then
Ugliest buildings you ever laid eyes on
Then some men of low degree hijacked the site
And promised us they'd sure rebuild it right
Chris O. Ward, what's that tower you work on
Could it be the faded plans from days gone by?
And did I hear you say they was a-meeting you here today
To take off your hands some floors in the sky?
Chris O. Ward, what's that tower you work on
Could it be the faded plans from days gone by?
And did I hear you say they was a-meeting you here today
To take off your hands some floors in the sky?
Chris O. Ward, what's that tower you work on
Could it be the faded plans from days gone by?
And did I hear you say they was a-meeting you here today
To take off your hands some floors in the sky?
Chris O. Ward, what's that tower you work on
Could it be the faded plans from days gone by?
And did I hear you say they was a-meeting you here today
To take off your hands some floors in the sky?
(FADE)
Chris O. Ward, what's that tower you work on
Could it be the faded plans from days gone by?
And did I hear you say they was a-meeting you here today
To take off your hands some floors in the sky?
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