You know it’s U.S. Open time in Queens, NYC when Flushing Meadows Park suddenly loses its mostly Latino families with huge sprawling picnics, its Ecuadorian vendors selling food from huge steaming trays, and its soccer players representing every South American nation. The 7 train, crowded with working class people of color to begin with, becomes even more crowded, now with wide eyed mostly white tennis fans, most looking a little lost and scared. Most won’t give a lady with a baby in a sling their seat either (seriously I know). Residents of the mostly Latino hood of Corona, which houses the tennis complex where the open takes place, know that the Goodyear Blimp isn’t silent as it passes over their houses.