My Friend, Sam Adams

Sam Adams called me yesterday.

Whoa.

"Mayor Adams!" I stammered in surprise after he'd introduced himself in his recognizable baritone voice. "Call me Sam," he said. He was calling, he continued, to invite me to lunch. Or breakfast or dinner, whatever worked. Brunch worked best for both of us, so this morning I sat waiting in front of Genie's Cafe, reading an article about him in Willamette Week, when he pulled up. He saw me and waved. He got out of his truck, walked toward me, and gave me a hug.

In a nutshell, he wanted to thank me for my support, for the blog, and for the rally. I will say more later, but I wanted to pass this along: our fantastic rally was what convinced him not to resign. I'm still completely overwhelmed by this and need to process it a bit before recapping the hour or so we spent talking, but it's important to me that you know how much of a difference our support has made. We convinced our mayor to stay.

You know what this means, right? It means we need to keep it up. If our support is what convinced Mayor Adams in his dark hours of contemplation that he shouldn't resign, then our ongoing support will help him to regain his signature momentum. We voted for him because of what he wants for our city, and that is unchanged. He needs us, folks.

Let's continue to fight for our mayor.