So, I'm over to the Farmer's Market - you know the one a couple of blocks behind your office,

Get me some wasabi almonds, some hickory almonds, some carrots, snap peas, and I look up, and think of you!

I make my way past the flowers,

hurry past Ashurbanipal (he scares me),

and gaze toward our city capitol (technically, the Board of Supes)

What a Beautiful Sight!

And I think to my self, I think, Self, what we need is a man of action.  A man of devotion.  A man of skilled craft and ingenious dedication.  We need the Mayor of the City of San Francisco, and we need him now!

(effusive applause)

Tomorrow evening, between 4:30 and 7:00 p.m., the Tenderloin Elementary School is having an open house celebrating their diverse constituency.  It's entitled "The Personal Narrative Show."  Each child, from Kindergarten through Fifth grade, has created a picture or pictures of their family, with a narrative of their history.  Some pretty amazing stuff.  You can span the globe thrice over in one row of stories.  I think you should drop by.

 I was over there Monday helping with the Elmer's glue (oh, wow, flashbacks - right there, I am, in Third Grade, mean Mrs. Blackburn standing over me with a wooden ruler clutched in her right hand, in her support hose and orthopaedic shoes!), and I find that they're not sure if the Press will be there.  "They've been notified," the principal, Dr. Packer, says.

I think if you cannot stop by (I mean, I know it's late notice) you should send a representative.  Unless they're all out in the field, I dunno, down in SoCal or up in upper NorCal, laying the seeds for your gubernatorial race - which I'm 150% behind, by the way!  Or maybe throw a jingle out there to something like a press corps.  Or even t.v.  You know this school needs assistance.  Like all the rest, sure.  These are great kids and great educators working within the system, struggling, but  making it work.

And they'd be so excited to see you!  Everyone knows who Mayor Newsom is!  Our Gavin!

Come on down.  We need you.