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New York City will always be the greatest — but scaffolding is a misery that nails me down

It’s all getting nailed down

Excuse me. I’m about to cry.

I love New York, live in New York, born in New York, educated in New York, married in New York, work in this greatest metropolis on the continent.

We’re zooming to the moon. Great, but why? How about first fixing New York? Zooming bicycles that hit pedestrians? Taxes only Elon can pay? Prices so high that coffee and bread equate with gold? Rents only Zero Crapdammy who doesn’t pay can afford?

Latest misery? Scaffolding. Mandated is roofs to be repaired, examined, fixed. Result? Inability to drive, move or inch crosstown. A narrow street — now just an alley of building materials, cranes. Alternate side? Racks of Citi Bikes. Nobody moves. If Methuselah was on Lex he’d still be waiting to go West.

You’ve heard this before: People are in poverty, homeless, jobless, ill, aged, no doctors, less nurses, higher prices, fewer stores. I know that. Excuse me sounding selfish, but IT has invaded my life. My home. My job. My ability to survive. My........

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