Getting caught in NY’s reign

A New York story to inform you — so sit back. Pay consideration.

Our governor has a devoted sister. Like the gov — slim, trim, well-dressed, handsome — but an out-of-towner.

The gov, caught in Albany, calls me — since I know the sister. We’ve frolicked collectively. She says, how about the sister and you just have dinner collectively this one specific night time.

OK. I choose a restaurant. Problem? It’s Sunday night time. My driver is off. Sister: “I’ll pick you up. I’ll hire a car.” OK.

We are to meet at an appointed road and time. It’s chilly. No sister. Time goes. It’s darkish. Big-time raining. I am hungry. Also cranky. This is not her city so mix-ups happen. She is way-the-hell in a incorrect path. No place even in the Sahara to match any avenue resembling our assembly place.

It’s Sunday, so not main visitors but heavy rain. The Ark had less water. I am chilly. Hungry. Cranky.

Finally we meet. My own driver knows the place mechanically so he could take us to this restaurant blindfolded. I needn’t know an deal with. BUT — on this darkish, muddled, rain-soaked, chilly Sunday night time my unfamiliar head says this is where it is — it wasn’t. IT ISN’T. The unfamiliar driver, by now, doesn’t like me, can not discover it, and not savvy enough to dredge it out of a GPS.

Hungry, drained, moist, cranky, I inform the driver to go around close by blocks. The road’s empty. Dark. Late. Drenching rain. No restaurant lights close by. Passersby are none. Everything’s closed since it’s Sunday. Street eating places that usually stand immediately in entrance of it on the roadway are newly darkish, empty. After repeat passes on a bleak spot where it should’ve been — and was, but not seen with dim lights — there becomes a restrict as to how typically you can ask a companion: “So how long you going to be in town?”

Finally, we cross another eatery that’s open on a close by road. I say, “The hell with it. This one’s OK. Let’s go here now.”

Gratefully, they knew us and graciously gave us a desk. After we both ordered, the sister says to me: “I had dinner here last night.”

App-etite for reward

The mayor’s social-media accounts: All feedback are monitored. Positive feedback praising him appear to be boosted. And particular filters to detect and conceal destructive feedback. But individuals are free to snarl at Donald Trump in every single place.

The Post reported that the mayor’s workplace makes use of Signal — a cellphone app to maintain what he and his workforce focus on about the individuals and the metropolis in secret channels. That should be unlawful. Not identified is that these Signal chats of the mayor’s influencers are so poorly monitored that even Mother got some of the intel. In one trade, the mayor is pitched concepts for his cockamamie movies. His staffers debate concepts about elevating taxes. They even bash the governor.

The mayor’s spouse has informed pals his honor has gained weight and perhaps is suggesting he strive Ozempic. Maybe it will shrink his tax enhance, too. Good concept.

Some say he’s too variety to enterprise. Don’t fear. November cometh. He will get louder and lefter.

So much rain lately on 57th Street that individuals were going into Tiffany two-by-two.

Only in New York, children, only in New York.