From the Founders
Of Pom-Poms and Passing Batons
It’s January, and Cristin Marandino has taken over the helm of Greenwich Magazine. On Friday, October 19, she moved lock, stock and computer out of our Westport office, where she was executive editor of Westport Magazine, and into the Greenwich office — sitting herself at my desk.
“We should do something to celebrate,” I told Rosemarie Anner, our longtime executive editor, the week before, “like bring in some pizza for lunch.” “Sure,” said she, and ran with the ball. Little did I know in what direction.
So I returned from my sacrosanct hair appointment that Friday, grabbed Jen Danzi’s pom-poms to accompany my welcoming speech and wondered why Rosemarie was grabbing my arm and telling me to go get Jack and Cristin — fast. I also wondered why things were so deadly quiet in the office. “Hurry,” she told us. “Let’s find the pizza.” Opening the conference room door, she peeked in and said: “Uh-oh. It’s not in here. Better follow me.” And, coatless, we trailed her outside like ducklings, past Penang Grill (“Nope,” she said: “it’s not in there.”) and into — guess where? — Jean-Louis! I should’ve known not to trust a food editor with a simple request.
Inside to greet us — some twenty strong — was our whole Greenwich Magazine staff, lovely round tables, an elegant buffet and multitudinous bottles of Champagne. “What the h—?” said I, with my usual charm. “This is for you, and Jack, too!” someone announced. I stood there stunned, still holding my pom-poms. There was even a baton to pass, in truth Bob Capazzo’s martial arts short stick. So I gave a little speech, led a rousing cheer (“Give me a C, give me an R,” …. ) for Cristin (probably the first of its kind in Restaurant Jean-Louis) and passed her the baton; Jack borrowed it back, gave a little speech and passed it to son Jonathan, the new Greenwich publisher who, bowing, received it ceremoniously in both hands, shades of his five years in Tokyo; and everybody toasted everybody. Then we plowed into the chicken Giannone, Mediterranean rouget, and sponge cake with Chantilly cream, berries and Sauvignon Blanc sauce. The cake by Black Forest featured Jack’s and my portraits inside life rings, and a little sailboat crewed by Jonathan, Lena and Cristin — a tribute from our art department.
It was one of life’s great moments, and the new helmsmen will do a superb job. Jack and I, of course, are working harder than ever (“at half the pay,” adds Jack); I will still operate as editorial director of all our magazines.
So welcome to From the Founders and our first pages of the new year. Keep reading! And may 2008 bring you all joy, good health and success.