A little while ago, your humble narrator read through every last Willie Brown Chronicle column to count the unsolicited plugs of businesses or folks about town. That pretty much filled up a notebook.
But we didn't see anything about Satan. Perhaps Satan doesn't have the kind of scratch it takes to get Willie to mention you in his column. But, then again, perhaps he does. Take this week's Willie offering:
One of my favorite events of the season is the lighting of the Embarcadero Center towers and the opening of the ice rink at Justin Herman Plaza.
This year was no exception. It was just spectacular in every way.
But it was raining during the opening ceremony, and I didn't see the ice.
I went down hard. When I looked up, the first thing I saw was this bearded face looking back down at me.
For a brief moment, I thought I'd died and come face to face with the devil himself.
I wasn't far off the mark. It was Aaron Peskin.
"If he fell on the ice, I never saw it," says the former Board of Supervisors president. "I saw Willie. But I was nowhere near the ice." Peskin's recollection of his encounter with Da Mayor isn't as theatrical as Brown's -- but, in its own way, it is funnier.
"I see Willie come up to me and say, 'Hey Peskin! We gotta get together for lunch!' I'm like, 'Yeah, have your person call my person.' Then Willie says 'Lemme get you a drink.' And I said, 'Willie, it's an open bar.'"
Brown laughed about this, and, after two minutes of small talk, the encounter ceased with nary a slippage on the ice or Mephistophelean reference.
Perhaps, in retrospect, it's a bad idea to combine a sheet of fresh ice and an open bar. Especially if Satan is involved.