The plume of a great doom now looms. Talking about that wonderfully hideous first Monday in September -- Labor Day. Yeah, sure, it's a big time, bona fide holiday, but being the last warm wet splash of summer -- so bittersweet. Like the final free Continental breakfast buffet before checking out of a five-star hotel.
I do appreciate the love and the consideration that Mr. De Blasio has toward his Italian heritage, but he is the Mayor of New York, a place where his own family arrived to pursue the American Dream. I expect that he will conduct himself with respect for the rules of the place where American Dreams are possible. Nothing less.