On July 11, there was a special meeting held in Suite Z to discuss options for the funding of air subsidy to Alaska Airlines. I stood up and openly challenged one of Mammothâ€™s Supervisors, Mr. Byng Hunt, after his comments on the podium to our Town Council and the people of Mammoth.
I want to say that I am sorry to everyone in Mammoth and Mono County for not saying more!
I am continually amazed by our elected officials in Bridgeport; did Mr. Hunt not learn from other supervisors that have recently been replaced? Does Mr. Hunt not realize that the economic engine begins in Mammoth?
The Town should ask Rusty Gregory to pay the judgment
These days, our national institutions are out of our control. We should at least be at peace with the idea that we control our local government. But when the record available to us shows our local government is no longer under our control, we are compelled to raise questions and address those individuals who have brought us to financial crisis. So, after a review of public records available to us, I would like to know â€śwho is in charge at city hallâ€ť and has as anyone asked Gregory and/or Long to pay the judgment?
The Mammoth Food & Wine Experience, that just concluded this past weekend, could not be accomplished without the assistance of a huge roster of volunteers. Most were local, some were visitors, some were students, some second-home owners and their families, but they all came together to make the event a success.
I want to thank all the people who participated in this yearâ€™s Fourth of July parade and all the folks who helped put it on.
It takes a lot of people working together, communicating and cooperating to pull off this kind of event: the police, Cal Trans, CERT, the Fire Department.
So many people make this parade a success. In particular Iâ€™d like to thank Stuart Brown from the Town of Mammoth Lakes for all of his help with permitting and interagency coordination. Stu did a great job and made the process painless for everyone.
Was there ever a better week than this one? What a stew of stuff! If you could clip-and-save a week, this might be the one.
Weâ€™re not really sure how to digest this multi-course meal. Set upon a mise en place of Mammothâ€™s municipal bankruptcy, airport subsidies and the closure of June Mountain Ski Area, we might have thought this could have been a poisonous week.
But it wasnâ€™t. We had a fine time at our French, Eastside, multi-course feast.
From time to time, we use our idle moments around here for a little daydreaming. This week, it was all about business plans. Donâ€™t even ask how it started.
Itâ€™s rough to make business plans in a town headed for bankruptcy, in a state that has no money, and a country with an economy as stable as an aspen log over a creek in May, but we soldiered on with a couple of nifty ideas:
There is no natural reason for people to live in Mammoth Lakes. None. But we live here anyway because we like to have seasons loaded with fun.
We ski. We hike. We climb. We ride bikes, drive off road, pull fish from the water and then do it all again.
We pay a price to live here, though, and the price tag varies depending on the bill Mother Nature whips up in her ledger book.
This summer the price tag has to do with fireâ€”indiscriminant, deadly and entirely natural. Wendilyn Grasseschiâ€™s story, beginning on Page 1., captures the situation.
Fathers come in all shapes and sizes and I've known several of them during my life. Of course the first father I came into contact with was my own, sweet dad. The other day I was askinhg my mom about by father and I was surprised that there was once a soft, romantic dreamy-eyed young man under the tough and stern exterior I new to be my father.