Now that our founder, John Odum, is moving on to bigger and better things (more on that later), I think it’s safe to open the locked doors on what really happens at the palatial offices of Green Mountain Daily.
These scenes are pretty accurate, although Mr. Odum isn’t always smoking a cigar as he hands out assignments, chews out recalcitrant reporters, or barks out “Don’t call me Chief!” or some of his other trademarked phrases.
To shift to a more serious note for just a moment, I really had little idea what to expect when John called me back in 2005 asking me to join what he was conceiving of as a Vermont version of Daily Kos, but I suspect that none of us could have predicted the range and influence that his new idea would attain. Speaking for myself, John Odum’s leadership and news and political judgment will be sorely missed, and I greatly appreciate the opportunity to have worked with him these last six years.
Thanks, John, and congratulations.
It can’t be easy herding cats but the thing about Perry eh Odum at the helm was, at least from my perspective how effortlessly he appeared to manage the whole GMD enterprise. Hardly anyone was ever fired after that first wave of cutbacks and at least in my time here only one,two or maybe three real fist fights broke out. It just won’t be the same without his pith helmet hanging on the office hat rack and the ever present smell of cheap cigar smoke lingering about the halls.