Christine Quinn’s grandmother survived the Titanic disaster at the age of 16, or 18, or 19, or 45, or whatever, the Times informs us today. (Also, because she was in such a “terrible state” when she arrived in America, her brother strapped her to a chair and left her in his apartment. Welcome to New York.) Had she died, like so many of her fellow poor, Irish, steerage-class travelers, New York’s upcoming mayoral race would be drastically different. Mayor Bloomberg would be like, “Well I was going to endorse Christine Quinn, but she doesn’t exist,” and people would think he was insane.