I’ve never met the mayor of a large city.
Sure, I’ve run bodily into Newt Gingrich on I St, but I’ve never met the mayor. So, imagine my surprise when I looked up from my coffee this morning and there was Mayor Fenty on the sidewalk in front of Peregrine Espresso on the Hill. In a dashing suit and a hat much like the on in the photo above (it was more of a stylish grey-green tweed, I think) there he was, right in front. I waved, he waved back and nodded.
So, I really haven’t met the Mayor, but having not really gotten the chance to introduce myself. But there he was, big as life, out and about in the city.
I was hoping to see the sweet little Smart Car that he drives, but at the end of it, he got into the driver’s seat of a black Lincoln Navigator and drove off. What happened to the sweet little ride, Mr. Mayor?