In my dream Dan Ackroyd is planning a run for mayor of San Francisco and his team has sent a letter to my friend the restaurant critic for the local paper warning her off of challenging him in the primary. The idea is absurd, but I say to her,”Doesn’t it make you want to run, though? We could get up there and say: Don’t vote for us! we look nothing like this city, and neither does Dan Ackroyd!”