I saw Mayor Nancy Shepherd at three candidates’ events last weekend, the Cory Walbach kick-off at Seale Park, the Ken Dauber School Board event at a private Professorville estate and last at Ralph and Jackie Wheeler’s tasteful South Palo Alto Eichler, for former mayor and fellow Old Guard hanging on Greg Scharff. She said she had just seen Terry, my girlfriend, the former arts commissioner Terry Acebo Davis.
Terry knocked on this selfie from the fair. I missed the thing entirely –like a Spaniard at the end of a World Cup loss — but snapped off a few shots at the load out, where I chatted up Fred Mertz (photos, both 121) and Ling-Ann (jewelry, at Bryant).
Nancy and I, while we don’t agree always on the affairs of the day, have a rapport. I am sticking to my story that at the first candidates forum, in 2009, I was seated next to her, at the far end of the dias, and I heard her breathing nervously, and I reached out — literally — and it did calm her, and the rest is history, or her story. I said: anyone who raises a daughter to be a PAUSD teacher gets my automatic vote – there were five seats open that year. She will have to work it hard the next 60-something days to earn my vote and be re-seated.
Meanwhile, Nancy was also instrumental in my meet-up with Olive Borgsteadt, who is a volunteer at the reading room on Cali Ave. Olive stared at me, while I stood quietly, or perhaps inched forward. Finally it came to her: “Fifth-sixth combo, at Fremont Hills?!”. Yes, Mrs. Borgstead was my teacher in fifth grade, in 1974-1975, forty years ago, my first in PAUSD. A good time was had by all, and some learnin’ was goin’ on. (RIP Herbie the Tarantula). I will try to post that. Post-haste. God bless Olive and Nancy – can an assimilated Jew say that to two Christ Scientists? You betcha!
(And speaking of Dauber, I told him that in his honor I am drafting to my Fantasy Football League, “The Gunn National Football League, formerly Gunnnational Football League, after the Gnational Football League, Ken Daube, a wideout with the Saints, if that is a threw-line; also kudos to his wife or thanks I should say…namaste…Michele Dauber for saying that she reads my blog and thinks I am funny…that is enough to win my vote for Ken and maybe my enDolphin. I started to say endorsement then endorphin but things got a little Griese. I’m such a little fiedler. Do the math. Oh, jay. Are you ready for some meredith?)
(I hope to some day read a Michele Landis Dauber law review article and report back, slightly better than I did on my Vince Starzinger Govy 60 midterm in 1985.Heck, it will take some focus just to get thru her 6-page CV, just the titles I mean).
edit to add, minutes later: I chug. That is Dartmouth fraternity basement lingo for “my bad” or “my mistake” or what Ben Franklin would call an “errata”. Ken Daube is NOT as I claim above a wide-out for the Saints who I claim I will try to draft to my Fantasy Football Team in honor of Ken Dauber, future PAUSD school board stalwart, but a sportswriter — duh! — for ESPN who writes ABOUT the Saints and for instance recommends a po boy from Jacques-Imos over Mark Ingram, and how to spot the difference. I will swede in the clip from ESPN mag that launched this whopper of a boner. Boner temps roulette. Which itself is not a Bill Clinton reference, but might be, in a parallel universe.
Like I keep saying: I are a lifelong learner.