Our paper at 60
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It was 1963: Kennedy was still alive, the British Invasion had yet to launch the Beatles across the bow of The Ed Sullivan Show and a pair of entrepreneurial spirits named Merrill and Joann Grohman decided to start a newspaper in the back of a Stinson Beach grocery store.
That was 60 years ago, and the Pacific Sun, which you are reading now, continues its weekly mission to reflect the meaningful moments of Marin back to you, our readers.
In the ensuing years we’ve broken important stories, championed local arts, won awards and tried to age gracefully as new means of telling your stories have emerged. Remember when the internet was supposed to be the death knell for print journalism? Ha! As for the looming specter of Artificial Intelligence, it will only likely help us overcome its opposite—our natural stupidity. (Thanks to a certain favorite reader for that gag.)
Anyway, now that Marin County is overwhelmingly inhabited by those of us in Generation X—including your suddenly 50-something editor—it stands to reason that at six decades, the paper reflects some of our alleged generational angst since it’s the same age as Gen X’s upperclassmen.
But in Marin County, right here, right now, it’s difficult to summon any emotion that isn’t pure bliss. Such is the nature of the Marin experience; just when you think you’ve got its number—literally, 60!—it reminds you that it’s simply the best of the best. And that’s what this issue is all about: Welcome to the juggernaut edition we call “The Best of Marin.”
This annual snapshot of Marin’s best reflects your votes, with some of our own selections thrown in for good measure. Special thanks to writers Will Carruthers, Isabella Cook, Kary Hess, Nish Nadaraja and Wolf Schneider—to whom I’m ever grateful.
Being your steward for this venerable Marin institution has been a career highlight, but it’s nothing without you, dear reader. Because you’re the best of Marin.
