I’ve always worried that one of these years I’m going to climb the stairs to Jake Kennedy’s physical therapy clinic in Downtown Crossing, which doubles as the headquarters for Christmas in the City, and be met by a public relations consultant who informs me: “Jake’s not taking questions today. He’s lunching with his fund-raising team.”
Suffice it to say, this is not that year. Next year won’t be either. Nor any year. No, when I walked into Kennedy Brothers one afternoon last week, Jake was where he always is, standing amid a sea of ailing patients stretched out on exam beds, twisting shoulders and flexing knees.