Hardball
My huevos rancheros were accompanied by gales of laughter from the next table. Earlier I had dropped off the grandkids at school and headed to Cafe Verde for breakfast. Although normally a quiet spot on a weekday morning, I had unknowingly taken a seat next to Gil Cedillo's political brain trust. It was six weeks until May 16, when Cedillo would try to be re-elected to his seat on the Los Angeles City Council and the three men seated next to me were there that morning to meet with a fellow whose help they needed for the campaign. While they waited for the fellow to arrive they entertained each other by discussing the challenges of backing Cedillo. I assume since they were in Pasadena and not Boyle Heights or Highland Park, they felt it was safe to speak and laugh aloud reminding each other of incidents where Cedillo had displayed his social ineptness and disregard for constituents. They found each tale hilarious while at the same time underscoring the difficulty they face