I’m thinking about my city. We’re the best. No. 1. And we’ve been taking a lot of heat. And that’s before Mayor Zero Crapdammy.

Lincoln Center, Rock Center, World Trade Center. We got Woody, Dustin, Gayle, Donald.

Rush hour. Tourists, cameras slung across their chests like the Order of the Garter, staring up at the Freedom Tower, jostled, checking a film crew down the street, saying: “Maybe the crowds are too much for me.”

Tolerant of it all, a Madison Avenue type dressed in Armani and attitude adds: “Like East Side, West Side, all around the town, like somebody sent for you?”

Middle of a movie scene shooting on the street, this short guy, occupied with getting from Point A to Point B, walks right into it. Nobody misses a beat. Just kept delivering their lines. Muttered a passerby: “We’re the No. 1 city.........

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