In a New York minute, we go from somber 9/11 memorializing to Tuesday primary day (who can forget that 9/11 was primary day. Who can forget?)

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE (REGULAR NO SUGAR).

Okay: mourning’s over. Time to VOTE.  It’s so New York, so speedy, so crazy. But that’s New York whiplash.

The patriotism of the fifth anniversary really got to me — ENOUGH WITH THE AMERICAN FLAGS.  For me the anniversary is that most New York of days, where we all come together and mourn for our city, our friends, our fellow New Yorkers.

It’s a New York kind of blues.

The patriotic part of it never appealed to me. And Bush’s attempt to use the anniversary to support HIS war in Iraq: that was beyond the pale.

But what’s more patriotic, more New York than a rough and tumble, low voter turnout New Yawk primary election. In our small town of Brooklyn, all day long: Didja vote? Who’d ya vote for? =Did you vote yet?

I went into the voting booth with OSFO; the auditorium at John Jay was empty at 4 p.m. (par for the course for a primary, I think). Standing in that voting booth, she is experiencing democracy in action. Sort of.

I let her pull the big red lever for me.