‘Mr. Do Nothing’ Eric Adams deserves credit for taking on NYC rats
Time for naming names
The credits of executive producer Brad Pitt’s drama “She Said,” about those females who took down Harvey Weinstein, lists production assistant Cole Emhoff. He’s the son of Kamala Harris’ husband Doug Emhoff. Mom is Doug’s former wife Kerstin — also a producer.
Another drama. A crateload of New Yorkers speak smack about Eric Adams. But Mr. Do Nothing finally got off his overdressed ass and did something.
Started a fight against NYC’s newest resident — rats. The four-legged kind that’s taken over our streets. We’re grateful. While getting a fitting he’ll maybe think how to handle those two-legged ones that are taking out our lives.
Nation’s first turkey talk
Now, from Plimoth Patuxet Museums’ chief historian Richard Pickering:
Thanksgiving. October 1621. Plymouth, Mass. The Mayflower’s 52 survivors rose mornings and to bed with prayer. Sent hunting, men found wild fowl — duck, geese, turkey, deer meat, venison and pumpkin — for three days of feasting.
Packing all they had, the Pilgrims arrived with furniture, linens, dishes, spoons, knives — forks were not yet in England. Food was stabbed. Eaten with hands. Large napkins cleaned the fingers. Flints beaten against metal produced sparks for a fire.
Winter was harsh. Within three months half the people were gone.
The Mayflower, taking 13 feet of water, stayed 1 ¹/₂ miles out at sea. Men came in daily on a small boat. December they began building houses. Seven. Plus one street. Native American Wampanoag, living 12 feet away on the other side of a brook, made a peace treaty with the arrivals. Pre-literate, no written language until the 1660s, their pact remained just by being with those with whom they’d agreed.
New Englanders, who created the holiday, love turkey. Easily hunted, raised in a farm yard, by the 1800s Tom became Thanksgiving’s prime star.
Now, the holiday locally. Can’t nobody get into NYC unless you were born here.
Each artery’s under construction. Each. For years! Major Deegan? Saw Mill? Even Santa can’t schlep through Bruckner and it’s been under construction since Lincoln was clean-shaven.
Lanes closed. Only one’s open. Trucks overturned. To approach the city it’s three hours from anyplace. Guys chatting are leaning on shovels. Sometimes only one’s there. The only thing visible are signs saying the lane is closed.
What this city needs is somebody to run it.
Man with a plan
I spoke with Donald. He seemed very up. Says he’s getting enough rest. His voice strong, not tired. His interest was in how his announcement had been received.
Foodies say McDonald’s is scratching around to create a new healthier menu. They figured to do something after a customer ordered a double Big Mac with supersize fries, ketchup plus ribs washed down with a double chocolate shake — and his gallbladder got up and walked out.
NOT only in New York, kids, not only in New York.
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