AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD?
Actually, a slip and fall. The result? An MRI, and an admission that New York winters need to be in the rear-view mirror. Florida here we come.
If I’m completely honest, any excuse to NOT be in New York City is a good one. Much as I like change of seasons, Covid had removed the last vestiges of any romantic feelings towards the city. Way to go de Blasio and Cuomo! You two doofuses have Gotham on the fast track to Detroit status.
Both will be gone by year’s end. Bill de Blasio is termed out.
Cuomo is planning on running for a FOURTH TERM. However, the lawsuits are piling up and he may have to resign.
This is not a cure. Oh no. The next mayor will be some Leftist stooge who will talk a good game and do nothing. Must assume the same for the next governor. New Yorkers no longer have the sort of vision that elected Rudy Giuliani and then accepted Michael Bloomberg as a steward of America’s Mayor’s great work resurrecting New York.
The head injury, which precipitated this posting went down this way.
I was walking our new puppy, Astro Jetson, along Riverside Blvd. The next thing I knew I was inside my apartment building. Don’t know how I got there.
Five minutes later, the conscientious significant other was escorting Yours truly to the E.R. on West 58th Street.
MRI?
Clean.
“When do we leave for Florida?” Asked Lee.
“February 25th I hit the road with Astro and Moose.”
She checked the calendar.
“Do you think you can stay on your feet for two more weeks?”
“No problem.”
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