Found: Gavidence!

Tonight on my walk home from the Civic Center BART station I took my usual route past City Hall. I never pass up an opportunity to gaze up at that gleaming, royal dome. I always imagine Gavin hunched over his desk, a pile of important memos and fan mail towering just above his shining slick of hair. I imagine that at this point in the day -- as my hard day at the office has ended -- he has just rolled up his sleeves and ordered Chinese delivery at the office. You know why? It’s hard running an entire city.

All these times I’ve walked by the very building where the Gav works his magic without thinking to look for evidence. (Or, for our purposes, Gavidence.) And I call myself a journalist! I was mysteriously drawn up those many steps, thinking that I would just take a quick stroll past the royal staircase; maybe stand for a few minutes by Gavin's framed photo near the entrance. But standing there, grasping the very doorknob Gavin undoubtedly grasps every morning, I just happened to look down and find a souvenir. Several, in fact.

Embedded -- and I do not use that word lightly -- in City Hall’s welcome carpet are what I’d venture to guess are hundreds of strands of hair. On my hands and knees, I managed to retrieve only six before getting the evil eye from an armed security guard inside. I’ve included a photo of the hairs above (click the photo for closer inspection). Any or all of these could belong to Gavin. If there are DNA specialists in the audience interested in running a test on these, shoot me an e-mail and we’ll make arrangements ASAP.

We’re getting closer my friends. We’re getting closer.

--Maggie Arlington