Frosty the Snowman has been a beloved Sierra Madre tradition for some time now. And every year like clockwork Frosty shows up in the back of a couple of pickup trucks, as fluffy and pure as the mountain snow he comes from. And in the caring hands of the dedicated folks who have honored this tradition throughout the years, these inchoate snows of the San Gabriels are shaped into a figure known and beloved to children everywhere, Frosty the Snowman. Or, as we are known to call him here, just Frosty.
There is an excellently delineated photo montage to be found on the Sierramadrenews.net site called "Frosty Comes to Town." It captures everything that is special about this occasion, and in its gentle way helps to define who we are as a town.
Which is why I was personally stunned and dismayed when I read the following on Pasadena Star News columnist Larry Wilson's Public Eye blog:
The ugliest snowman - I don't know if some intrepid Sierra Madreans went up to Baldy and got a truckload, or if this is the crushed leftover slush from a late night at the Buccaneer, but this old boy at Baldwin and the Boulevard is the sorriest snowman in the San Gabriel Valley, so far as I can tell. Of course, maybe he's the onliest snowman in the SGV, too. And it's true that the lime eyes are a nice touch. This morning he was melting away in the wind and picking up all kindsa grit from the air... Merry Christmas anyway!
Now we here in Sierra Madre have gotten used to taking shots from Larry Wilson. From the infamous "stroller mom" column earlier this year, to the time he accused us of having no "American Americans" in town. Yes, I know, it has been hard. But we've all learned how to handle these kinds of things.
But why did he have to go after Frosty? Why?