The article (Sept. 4) about Jerry Brown signing the law to allow dogs in restaurants reminded me of a time in 1979 when Brown was governor. He had a home in Laurel Canyon and was dating Linda Ronstadt.
I worked at the Cafe Galleria in the canyon, and Jerry was a frequent patron when in town. He always sat in an alcove in the back and read a book with his pasta and glass of wine, always Californian, not the featured Argentinian wines.
On a particularly busy evening, as I hurried past the front door to the kitchen, a small, plain girl in white overalls with a really big white dog caught my attention.
“Out, out, out! No dogs! Out, out!” I exclaimed, waving her away.
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“I’m looking for the governor,” she said. Well, I thought, that must be her, though without makeup she was barely recognizable as the woman who graced album covers.
“Well, OK, get in back, quick, and get the dog under the table.”
I figured if the health department issued a citation, the governor could waive it.
They came together periodically after that but never brought the dog again.