Here’s what happened:
Gibbons was attending a national trustees convention in Washington, D.C., with St. Petersburg College president Bill Law and trustees Ken Burke and Robert Fine.
They decided to go to Bobby Van’s Steakhouse a couple of blocks from their hotel. As he should have, Gibbons ordered a steak.
When their meals arrived, Gibbons took a bite of his steak. A piece of meat lodged in his throat. Gibbons couldn’t breathe, reports Lorri Helfand.
That’s when Law sprung into action. “I could see he was in severe distress,” Law said. Law performed three or four Heimlich thrusts. And Gibbons coughed up the food.
And there went the best chance to keep Deveron from running for Mayor in 2013. By saving Gibbons’ life, Law has insured the rest of must continue to suffer Deveron’s existence.
Actually, I don’t want to see Deveron die. Seriously.
I would like to see Deveron out of St. Pete politics (we were close last year when the story broke about Deveron attempting to run down his girlfriend, but Rick Scott looked past this and re-appointed him to the SPC Board), but I wouldn’t want him to choke to death.
I may have helped derailed Deveron’s 2009 mayoral campaign, but I don’t want to see him six feet under.
See what married life is doing to me?
I no longer wish death to my political enemies. In fact, I am relieved to see Gibbons is doing OK. Just chew your food better, Dev.