I’ve had a couple of encounters with Halifax’s Mayor Peter Kelly over the years. The first was at a local elementary school, during its annual Health & Wellness fair. I was there in part to provide information to parents, teachers, and community members about resources and mental health services offered here in our fair city. You know, that pesky day job that takes me away from all the writing I should be doing. A colleague and I were told by the organizers that Mr. Kelly planned to attend (and who, coincidentally it seemed, was running for re-election at the time), and was interested in chatting with us, hearing a bit more about the type of work we do and the families we work with. The press was there as well, most notably a camera crew from Global. My co-worker was excited about all the fuss, and laughed about the possibility of meeting Mayor Kelly and perhaps getting our picture taken for the newspaper. As the mayor made his way into the gymnasium, he walked a short distance before stopping to chat with a pretty blonde nutritionist, a number of smiling youngsters in tow. The cameras rolled, the lightbulbs flashed, and the moment was caught for prosperity. Then, as the cameras were packing up to leave, the very MINUTE the press in attendance waked out the door, I overheard him say to an organizer “well, look at the time. Seems I must go!” And with that he made a quick dash through the gym, slapping at hands as he went past (mine included), kind of like a rock star leaving a stage after a concert except – well, Mister Kelly’s no rock star.