The most enduring and intriguing California politician of our generation is sitting in a sidewalk café, enjoying a balmy offshore breeze in this city’s upscale Belmont Shore district. Yet not a single passerby knows it’s him.
Laid-back shoppers stream past in linen sundresses and camouflage shorts. This decidedly un-hip man is slightly out of place in his conservative gray suit, fussy dress shirt and white Carroll O’Connor eyebrows. He’s not Arnold, instant traffic-stopper. Yet if anyone peered closely, they’d probably recognize the burning eyes of Oakland Mayor Jerry Brown, the darkly handsome upstart governor of the 1970s, now a gray and balding 68-year-old.
He’s just emerged from a nearly invisible summer to launch a blatantly negative TV ad against his rival for attorney general of California, and he’s finally granting interviews — including one to me. Barring a brilliant turnaround by his lesser-known but respected competitor, Republican state Sen. Charles Poochigian of Fresno, Mr. Brown will be the next California attorney general.
I voted for Jerry once, in the 1992 Presidential Primary.