A COVER LIKE NO OTHER
WHEN ONE OF MY colleagues floated the idea of putting Gritty on the cover of this issue, my guts did an eye roll. I consider myself open-minded, a manager by consensus, but this was a test of my leadership philosophy. A frivolous, fictional, furry, freaky gimmick occupying our most valuable real estate? I’ve never been drawn to mascots (except for the time Greg Brady stole Raquel the goat from archrival Coolidge High. That was awesome). Mostly, I’ve tolerated them, viewing them as garnish to the entree. After my wave of skepticism subsided, I listened and agreed to put it to our editorial group for consideration. I braced for a spirited dialogue, anticipating the old guard and the young pups to lock horns. It never happened. We had unanimity. The rise and…