We can’t wait to meet Mammoth’s new director of community development, whoever that is.
Judging by the job description, he or she will, ideally, possess superhuman powers, with an ability to juggle a minimum of 19 specific job duties and about a dozen peripheral duties.
He or she also must leap tall buildings in a single bound, and demonstrate superhuman strength, speed, stamina, invulnerability, freezing breath, super hearing, multiple extrasensory and vision powers, longevity, flight, intelligence, and regeneration.
Boccia’s sudden resignation as superintendent of the Mammoth Unified School District, effective March 1, elicited similar responses all around town and, presumably, in the cloistered halls of the high school, middle school, and elementary school.
He was a smart, brash, in-your-face Italian American, and Mammoth has never seen anyone quite like him.
The Mammoth Lakes Town Council talks a good game when it comes to making good on transient occupancy taxes.
But when push comes to shove, the majority of the council showed this past week that it can roll over like so many submissive puppies.
Faced with its first high-profile, public TOT case, council members Rick Wood, Jo Bacon, and John Eastman voted to let property owners Kevin and Carolynn Cozen get away with no penalties or fines for illegally renting their single-family home on Hillside Drive.
June Lake’s Winter Festival and Triple Threat Winter Triathlon event was a great example of a community coming together and being proactive in response to the loss of its biggest business booster.
When Mammoth Mountain Ski Area announced (unexpectedly) its decision to close June Mountain Ski Area for the 2012-13 season, we imagined every June Lake citizen’s hearts dropped to the bottom of his or her stomach. Ours did.
We are pleased to hear that Mammoth Dog Teams owner Jim Ouimet finally got word this week that he will soon be able to move his dog sleds and gear into a covered indoor space instead of storing the irreplaceable and historical items in sheds and outdoors in the snows of winter and heat of summer.
We went looking for the face of Mono County this week, but we didn’t find it.
We tried straining our ears for the voice of Mono County, but it was so quiet in Bridgeport that all we heard was the breeze fanning the fog over the Mono Basin and the occasional—and distant—roar of a snowmobile.
The curious vacuum in the county’s halls of politics has taken nearly everyone by surprise.