Tight-knit crew at City Hall downright creepy
Years ago, when I first started working in Burbank, I would meet older residents, more than a few, who’d boast to me about how many years it had been since they had physically left the city limits, for any reason. To them, Burbank was the best of all possible worlds, the be-all and the end-all, and there was never anyplace else they needed to go. They were proud of this fact; they were happy with their insularity.
I thought of this a couple of weeks ago as I watched the ascension, in Mayor Dave Golonski’s words, of “the heir apparent” to our city manager position, a job for which the lucky new recipient has been groomed for many years, or so they told us (“Flad tapped as city manager,” May 7). What struck me was that no one at the council meeting seemed to find any irony in the language they used to describe this civic anointment. This included Golonksi, who really should know better.