Dear London Breed:
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. For representing our city with class, intelligence, grace, grit, and wit. Just the way we see ourselves. We are all proud of you: Western Addition, Tenderloin, Noe Valley, and even out west in the nether lands of the Sunset and Richmond Districts.
Sorry about the unceremonious dumping, but that’s the way it goes. You know how people get. Great good luck in all your future endeavors, and don’t forget about us. Please continue to advocate for your issues. Turns out, your concerns are our concerns as well.
And give Dan whatever assistance you can, would you? He’s going to need all the help he can get. His job would be unimaginably harder if you hadn’t guided us through some really tough times. You are a permanent resident of the San Francisco Hall of Fame, and we are the better off for our all-too-brief hook-up.
Gotta say, though, we made quite a pair, didn’t we? And we had us some times. Remember during the pandemic when you cracked that joke, and we laughed and laughed, but nobody heard because we were all wearing masks? Thanks, Lady. For treating each and every one of us with dignity and respect; including the press, the unhoused, and the supervisors. Even Aaron.
And don’t worry. We’ll get that street named for you in the very near future. Of course, you know what that means: Don’t hold your breath. Also, don’t be a stranger. Stop by and say hi. Would be honored to buy you a cup or two of coffee. Or something stronger. Anytime. Irish coffee? Buena Vista? Your birthday is in August. The 11th, right? See you there.
Fondly,
The City
Dear Daniel Lurie:
Congratulations, and good luck. We’re all counting on you. If you encounter any obstacles, don’t be afraid to ask for guidance. This, as you know, is a big city with big problems. But everybody wins if you succeed. I’m sure Willie and London are ready and willing and know where the hidden levers are. Even Aaron.
Sincerely,
San Francisco
