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.
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.
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.