|Nice day for helicopters?|
Yesterday Bloomberg and other local New York politicians, Governor Andrew Cuomo and New York Assembly Leader Shelly Silver included, stood with Janet Napolitano as she described the measures being taken the by federal government to aid New York City and the rest of the afflicted region. The other elected officials were stoicly attentive to her words in the typical fashion to which we have all become inured. Bloomberg, standing only two feet behind Secretary Janet Napolitano, could not have been more conspicuously disengaged.
|This is my best profile, Mr. DeMille|
|Grin, trading a few jokes|
|A "did-you-really-say-that?" startle|
As Bloomberg repeatedly swiveled his attention heavenward I couldn’t help wonder what he might be looking for or thinking about. His helicopter? Was he thinking that this was one exceptional week he wouldn’t be able to scoot out to the airport and fly his private plane for one of his regular extended weekends at his Bermuda home? But if he went to Bermuda this weekend he’d miss the Nets basketball game opening the "Barclays" Center he promoted at three successive hurricane relief press conferences. That opening game was postponed until this Saturday night although Bloomberg had originally wanted the opening Knicks vs. Nets game to be held Wednesday night, even without working mass transit, hard on the heals of Monday’s storm.
As can be seen, Bloomberg has been very good at racing through the statistics concerning the services the city officials under his command are admirably providing. It remains, though, that sometimes Bloomberg is not busy reading from these prepared scripts for which he is getting accolades. Then his actions disclose that maybe his mind is often somewhere else. Maybe part of all that racing through things, together with Bloomberg’s infamous impatience, is about something other than just business efficiency. . . his personal concern with wanting to get on with other very different things.
|Tilting my head far enough this way who can I see over Janet's shoulder?|
|I can just picture it. . .|