World Class Mountain
We have been at work on this issue, which celebrates Stratton’s golden anniversary, for a long time now. Fiftieth anniversaries don’t come along every day and we’ll have to wait … oh, about a half-century for the next one. So we have gone the extra mile, and further.
This, naturally, has led me to think about Stratton and what it has meant to me in the time I have lived here and been the editor of this magazine. The mountain is, and has been, an important presence not only in my life but also in the life of this community. It is, as they say, huge.
I suppose it would be possible for an enterprise like Stratton not to play this kind of role. To exist in the background; to merely be there. To be something everyone takes for granted and doesn’t ever really get excited about.
But you would never say that about Stratton and one of the reasons why came to me in a conversation with one of my children’s oldest friends. She is grown now and I had traveled to Hawaii for her wedding.
We were talking about this issue of the magazine and she asked me if I remembered telling her, when she was just a little girl, why I was so strong on Stratton.
“No,” I said. “I don’t.”
