Passing the baton
For sixty years, Greenwich magazine has had a voice in this town. It has had just four publishers, with my father Jack reigning for the last twenty years. But while there is a younger, bearded face on the publisher’s page, not much else has changed.
Our vision is clear. We serve the community by celebrating what makes Greenwich great, tackling its thorny issues and connecting the people who care about our community. As the town has grown, the magazine has kept pace. Moving forward, Greenwich will continue to be timely, enjoyable and informative — eager to embrace the future and proud of our rich history.
With the June issue, my father passed the proverbial baton. I feel lucky. Not lobbed my way was the six-foot Harpoon Club spear mounted on the wall behind his desk. Seriously, Jack’s enthusiasm continues on, and not just because he is my chief adviser. His incisive and sage commentary on issues affecting our town will appear on his monthly “For The Record” page. He carries a bright torch within both the company and the community.
Now the baton is in my hand. The road ahead is wide open as I race to build the business. With Greenwich, as well as its growing band of sibling publications, I vow to give you the best. There is much to do and so many great people to get to know better.
Yesterday my six-year-old middle child spent the day at work with us. He delighted himself by poking his head into everyone’s office for a look-see and a chat. The third generation is growing up fast. What will he be? Art director, editor, account executive, publisher? One day it will be my turn to pass the baton. And I will be proud.