Early garden organizations planted the rose gardens in Heisler Park and organized Arbor Days. Eucalyptus groves in the canyon and hillsides were intended to be a commercial commodity long before marijuana became a cash crop for others. Sleepy trailer parks once overlooked the Pacific. The occupants likely never imagining that three months' rent would be the daily rate at subsequent, premier resorts.
The right to develop property was a given, mainly cottages and bungalows; and our ridgelines weren't yet scarred by stucco boxes with red tiled roofing. Neighbors mainly acted civilly and reasonably when remodels were dreamt, considered, and built. Not to say that violation of views or privacy were ever tolerated.
Before I digress into further nostalgic musings of our rural, collective past, City Manager Ken Frank will soon be addressed as our former city manager. I believe he should be recognized with other local, creative greats such as Jim Dilley, Fred Lang, Jack Eschbach, Harry Lawrence, Chris Abel, and my father, Pete. Not necessarily due to an individual artistic or civic talent, but because of his financial wizardry and his unfailing embrace of reasonableness and love of Laguna.
Bound by a pragmatic sense of community, balanced budgets, and loyalty, Ken has guided our town through every conceivable challenge, with a sense of fairness and an acknowledgement that the future cannot be avoided. I know our City Manager well, and he will be missed, as will his unparalleled legacy of excellence. And without pause, our Assistant City Manager John Pietig is hopeful that he will be able to continue Ken's mandate of superior city government.