Today San Franciscans made their choices for Mayor, District Attorney, and Sheriff, as well as a number of City ballot initiatives, mostly about borrowing money (allegedly) for street repairs and changes to the contributions City employees make to their pensions.
The mayoral race was on schedule; Lt Governor Gavin Newsom left his post as Mayor when he was elected to Sacramento, but he would have termed out this year anyway so he wouldn’t have been running anyway. Instead the «incumbent» is Ed Lee, the City Administrator who was appointed by the Board of Supervisors to replace Newsom as interim mayor. Lee was considered for the post only after he pledged not to run for office in 2011 in return for a guarantee that he could get his old job as City Administrator back once he was done serving as interim mayor.
The point of the deal Lee made with the Board of Supes was to avoid giving someone the advantage of being an incumbent after serving as interim mayor for a year. Yet that advantage seemed to be too tempting and the deal he made was not legally binding, so he ran for office and he looks like the likely winner. It’s hard to believe that San Franciscans care so little about a broken promise like that. If Lee really wanted the job so much, the thing to do to preserve his integrity would have been to run again next election. But there I go, using «integrity» in a context where it might be ascribed to a politician. Even in theory it’s laughable.
What’s not laughable is that I got a chance to take a walk over to my voting station at the Omega Boys Club in Dogpatch, just a half block from my old apartment. I once again took a detour to the top of Potrero and down the steps at 22nd Street. This time I went further, along the edge of the Potrero Hill Recreation Center to Connecticut Street. I considered going one further to Missouri but the way down the hill wasn’t a real path, just a track worn in the side of the hill from people taking the shortcut. If I’d looked at a map I might have done it so that I could walk around and down Sierra Street, one of the few remnants of the original Potrero Hill naming scheme for East-West streets in which they were named after California counties. Since that’s a favorite historical tidbit of mine, I would have liked to include it on my walk.
After voting I walked back up to Mariposa Street (a more well-known remnant of the pre-numbered streets scheme) and back home. No troubles or soreness the second day after the US Half Marathon, so it seems that one day of complete rest may have been enough. Tomorrow I’ll try a run.