TSC Pays Tribute to Bill Meehan
Tony Dwyer's Tribute
Todd Harrison's Tribute
Justin Lahart's Tribute
James Cramer's Tribute
Brian Reynolds' Tribute
Howard Simons' Tribute
A Look Back at Some of Bill Meehan's Columns
The White Horse Tavern on Bridge Street is not to be confused with the White Horse Tavern on Hudson -- Greenwich Village's former haunt of the literati, now loaded with tourists, where Dylan Thomas drank himself into that good night. The Bridge Street White Horse has dingy panel walls and a good jukebox (when it's working), and if you're interested in drinking something fancy, you should go somewhere else.
Bill Meehan was a Budweiser man (you never went out for beer with him -- you went out "for Budweisers"), and the White Horse suited him fine. It is the regular gathering place for a number of present and past Prudential workers. They are a fiercely loyal bunch -- when everyone was saying bad things about Prudential technical analyst Ralph Acampora, calling him things like "Ralph Make-You-Poorer," you didn't bring it up with Bill. And they don't fit the Wall Street stereotype -- there are no fat cigars, no braces, no who-saw-whom-in-the-Hamptons talk.
In the early days of TheStreet.com, I used to write a premarket story called the Wake-Up Call. Bill was an enthusiastic reader of the site even then, and when I first phoned him sometime in 1997, he wondered why it had taken so long for me to call. This was at a time when many Wall Street professionals had no interest in talking to us at all. Bill moved to Cantor later that year and continued to be a valuable source for us on the markets desk for some time.
While at Cantor, Bill started doing a morning piece called The Meehan Notes. It caught the eye of Lee Montgomery, who was then the commentary editor here, and in time he arranged to have Bill's stuff published on our site. Bill went from being an enthusiastic reader of the site to an enthusiastic participant.
On the wall above the bar at the White Horse there's a sign that reads, "Tough Times Don't Last, Tough People Do." Maybe that seems silly now. Here at TheStreet.com, we know many people, both in our professional and our private lives, who perished in the Towers. Like Bill, they were tough as anything. They didn't last.
But something -- a spirit, an example -- remains. Our friends died in those buildings. Our friendships with those people last. Nobody will ever take that away from us.