Unfortunately, between a valve job on my beater and the usual payments to credit-card usurers, I just haven’t got a spare quarter-million dollars this month. Which is too bad.Because if I did, I could have my name engraved on a memorial metal thingy that would stand in front of City Hall forever, or at least until needy locals sold it for scrap. As happened to most of the building‘s original memorial brasswork in the late 1990s, when then-Mayor Dick Riordan didn’t look out of his office window, or maybe it was because he often wasn‘t in his office at all.