Hugh Carey croaked yesterday and the tender age of 92 (92 no longer seems like it’s long enough to live, though it’s probably a lot better than I’ll manage). For you non-NYers, he was Governor back from 1975-1982. That’s back when NYC was about to go bankrupt (I think the Dutch were ready to foreclose), and Gerald Ford was “quoted” in a NY Daily News headline: “Ford To City: Drop Dead” (15 cents for a paper back then – imagine that). Stocks tumbled, bonds were downgraded, dogs and cats started living together, the State was looking to not only cancel the NY State Fair, but sell off the fairgrounds. Oh, it was terrible. Fortunately, we’ve learned a lot from this, and that sort of thing could never happen today. 🙄 Carey’s election ended the rather short tenure of Malcolm Wilson, who inherited the office from Nelson Rockefeller (a shame they don’t make Republicans like Rocky anymore – though for some reason he had his panties in a bunch when it came to smoking pot and stuff, and then there was that whole Attica thing that got a little bit messy) who, ironically was Ford’s VP. I never really liked Hugh, though I can’t quite remember why (maybe it was because he always looked like he used a whole tub of black shoe polish on his head and eyebrows), and he was kind enough to pony up $15 million in State funding so SU could build their new football stadium, so I reckon we owe him some gratitude. So, RIP, Hugh. I hope they give you a traditional Irish sendoff, including putting both your casket and a keg of beer on a block of ice at the wake.