The Closing of S.F.’s Chronicle
(go into 5:15 to get to the talk about SF Chron)
It’s an evening at home. I don’t find much on cable, some reruns, movies I’ve watched at least twice before that’s how old they are. In the age of the Internet, I can turn instead to catching up on Bill Maher. It’s been a long time since I’ve watched his show because I can’t access his shows from his website.
My phone, my television, my news all come from the Net now.
Curiously enough, I saw the mayor of my city on the first Maher clip so I clicked play.
Mayor Gavin Newsom has a special place in my heart. One night, several years ago, as I sat outside in the cool San Francisco night, my then-six year old running along side me, I could hear the mayor giving a speech to the people inside attending the Chicana/Latina Foundation Annual Fundraiser.
I donated a few photographs to the auction, I was always so moved by meeting each year’s scholarship recipients. Like any woman in her right mind, I also wanted to see the charismatic mayor speak. My restless six year old had a different priority, running up and down the sidewalk, back and forth, listening to the wind racing by his ears instead of the crowd clapping as Mayor Newsom finished up.
A short while later, the mayor came walking through the exit door, he smiled at us, the only two outside not in.
As he spirited towards his waiting black town car, Mayor Newsom challenged my son to a race, feigning tired at the end to let him win. Gavin Newsom reached down to shake my son’s hand, ‘you are very fast, a good match. Thank you,’ he said before climbing in.
It was one of those rare moments for a parent, witnessing one’s child having such a unique and historically synchronistic moment in their young life.
The Bill Maher discussion with Gavin Newsom eventually came to the topic of the closing of the San Francisco Chronicle. Hearing the reports about the possibility last week, I felt sad, but not shocked. As Mayor Newsom contemplated San Francisco without