“It’s over,” I announced glumly to a friend arriving home late last night. “Kels,” she said sympathetically. “He’s a communist. Don’t let him break your heart.” “He’s a communist. I’m a Republican,” I added, sullen. She shook her head. “It was never meant to be.” And it wasn’t. My love affair with Ken Livingstone is over. But, I have to admit it was beautiful while it lasted. Sure, some would have said that it was doomed from the beginning. He’s the 62-year-old Mayor of London. I am a thirty-something, middle-class American. He made a name for himself by defying Margaret Thatcher at every turn. I happen to think that Ronald Reagan was a fairly decent guy. But, you see…Ken Livingstone made the buses run on time and that’s enough to make any girl weak in the knees. London ’s a pretty decent city. In fact, I think it might be the best city on earth. I mean, I heart New York with the best of them and DC, Chicago, and LA are all pretty darn great in their own regard...