Adams did his best for NYC

A word on behalf of Eric Adams — and forget it’s his last name that grabs me.

OK, so his associates weren’t exactly Mensa material. Maybe more “early release for good behavior” than summa cum laude. But, hey, nobody’s perfect. Just ask James Comey’s lawyer or Putin’s psychiatrist.

Eric Adams had a deep affection for this city. As a New York enthusiast, he cherished his job. And we ought to appreciate his efforts to eliminate rats, mice, roaches, thieves, delivery bikes, scaffolding, street sleepers, high costs, traffic, oversized buses without passengers, unrealistic rents, steep prices, empty retail spaces, and frustrated Democrats. He managed to secure this mayoralty during Emperor de Blasio’s tenure and his mathematically inept wife — even before he contacted his tailor or reserved a table at Zero Bond.

Adams has tackled issues such as mental illness, neighborhood preservation, the no bail law, lenient judges in criminal cases, questionable campaign contributions—some from donors facing incarceration—and radical political extremism, also known as hate.

Slide out Sliwa who knows he can’t win. His one-room pad once held maybe 15 cats and a wife. Cat food he can get. Major backing he can’t get. He’s loving the spotlight. Figures it’ll earn him more than he makes on radio. He’s been around for years — and doing what? Going where? Accomplishing what? Nice guy but only wants to make enough money to fund another beret.

The obsessive Damndammy will attempt to gain national notoriety by making us its model. National recognition. Showing how great is socialist governance. A handful of cranky Russians did that to the czar — and look where they are now!

A female reader just wrote asking if it wasn’t so that I deserve credit for first mentioning that Adams would drop out. Answer is: Yes. And thanks to her for mentioning that. It was several weeks ago before anyone even discussed such a subject. And I may even have permission to mention her name if so requested.

Canceled? Delays? Tough

Protecting airline passengers ain’t happening no more. Compensation for disrupted flights? Shove it. Free meals, lodging, re-booking if flights were disrupted? Nope. Better to travel by wagon.

Industry trade group Airlines for America, which represents many major carriers, welcomed the move by the Trump administration.

“We are encouraged by this Department of Transportation reviewing unnecessary and burdensome regulations that exceed its authority and don’t solve issues important to our customers,” the group said.

Airlines already offer some level of customer service when they cause cancellations or severe delays, but passengers usually have to ask for help at the airport, and airline promises don’t carry the weight of federal rules.

Paul Hudson, president of FlyersRights.org, one of the largest US groups for airline passengers, calls this “unfortunate and ultimately self-defeating . . . Without a delay-compensation rule, airlines do not have the incentive needed to make their systems reliable.”

Dead bargains

Even people who don’t live in NYC are moving. For sale is Johnny Carson’s old Malibu digs. Four acres overlooking the Pacific. Guest house provided. Could be yours for $110M. Another bargain’s a Jackie Gleason house in the Hudson Valley. All rooms are round. The ask is $5.5M. Wait. More. Marvin Hamlisch’s Sag Harbor digs, a 200-year-old Greek revival style dubbed Pond View. On something called Captain’s Row. Water views over Otter Pond. Just don’t start driving there now. You’ll reach it next spring. But it’s a cheapo $4M, if you can plink the piano.

NYC therapist: “What makes you think you have multiple personalities?”

Patient: “You talking to us?”

Only in NYC’s City Hall, kids, only in NYC’s City Hall.