as me and emma were walking down market from the apple store (I sense an iphone in my near/immediate-future) the tall, impeccably-suited man in front of us shook a hand proffered by another passerby and in doing so turned halfway, revealing his identity to be none other than Gavin Newsom, mayor of the foggy city of San Francisco. Right after that he turned into the entrance to the westfield. He’s taller than I thought he would be. Not that I spend much time considering such things. But taller.