One bear got out of line and went to Vons for some apples, but at least we have a Wildlife Specialist to teach them it is out of bounds.
Why don’t we have someone to step in when the town council gets out of control?
Our black bears know they can’t violate the Brown Act, but council members don’t know better than to conduct “serial meetings” individually with someone they want to launch into the town manager’s position.
We need a Council Wildlife Specialist to jump in here.
Town managers are a little bit like baseball managers.
When they’re good, everybody heaps praise all over them, saying there is no way in the world the team would have won without them.
More times than not, though, the awesomely great baseball manager becomes a bum in two or three years. The manager, universally despised at that point, then rotates to a different team and the process repeats itself
So it is with town managers, who on average last just over seven years before moving on to the next town.
Congratulations to Mammoth for stepping up and hiring a true professional manager. Now, it is time to work together, adopt your policies and step aside and allow professional management to achieve the goals the Council sets.
If the Council can resist the temptations to micro manage and stick with establishing policies of excellent governance, Mammoth will be back on top in no time.
In light of Marianna Marysheva-Martinez’s resignation this past week and the rumors leading up to her decision, we’ve witnessed the reactions of our passionate Mammoth citizens, not just to the fact of her resignation, but also to how the whole thing happened.
To put it bluntly, the reactions tell us, not very well.
August in the High Country is always hard to figure out, but it happens every year, in one way or another. People just tend to go a little bit haywire in August, this year more than most.
As a run-up to August, there was that brutal beating at a Pearsonville gas station that will probably result in an attempted murder charge, for example. Then, the same guy later is alleged to have stabbed someone up at quiet, pristine Kennedy Meadows.
Having been a patron and a volunteer for the Mammoth Lakes Jazz Jubilee for the better part of 20 years, I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank Ken and Flossie Coulter for the dedication and supreme effort it took to keep this wonderful event going.
Years ago, I was hooked the very first time I listened to the astounding variety of jazz, blues, swing and zydeco bands in the many venues they organized.
So much so, and even though I live on the Western side of the Sierras, I became a volunteer at the Big Top for five of those Jazz Jubilees.
The notion of “Getting To Yes” is not just a business mantra.
In Mammoth, it applies all over the place, most recently in a renewed effort by the town (see story, P. 10) in getting our recreation leaders on the same page.
Fat chance, we say.
Heaven knows we’ve tried this kind of thing before, most recently with the long forgotten Sports Council, which aimed to unite recreation groups toward the practical idea of figuring out which groups should get which piece of the economic pie.
When it comes to putting on an event as large as the 25th Mammoth Lakes Jazz Jubilee, it really does take a town.
What most people see and hear is the finished result of over a whole year’s worth of work by a small army of very dedicated volunteers.
The tents that go up and come down very quickly, the variety of music played that fills the air all hours of the day and night during the event, the amount of increased foot traffic in several locations around town, and the many smiling faces were all part of this annual July event.