But even they take a backseat
to the day half a century ago when
he strode through the front door of
the Country Club of Harrisburg for
the first time as a member. “I had
arrived,” he offers proudly. “That
was when I knew I had made it.
This place was the crust.”
For well over a century, the honorable AG’s
fellow Solons and citizens have felt the same
sense of worth and well-being when tapped
by this privileged playground a few drives and
a long iron or two from the distinctive green
dome of Pennsylvania’s Beaux-Arts seat of
government. Privileged, of course, can be a
loaded adjective. However, the moment you
first ascend Harrisburg’s 9th fairway to take in
the vista from its green, the concept embed-
ded within the word is unmistakable.
“Here’s my exhibit,” crows the
old prosecutor, taking in, for the
umpteenth time. The sweep of
Fishing Creek Valley to the Appa-
lachian’s Blue Mountains on the
horizon. The path of the ancient
In truth, Zimmerman’s barely begun.
It takes more than a view – even one this
good – to cloak a club in the kind of cachet
that he alludes to; no government hearing
need be convened to see that CCH has them
covered. History? Check. Tradition? Check.
Facilities? Check. Forward thinking? Check.
There are those particular points in time as the times of our lives progress
in which the meaning of a moment is overtaken by the feelings that rise
from what the memory engenders. The good ones, especially, linger.
At 83, Roy Zimmerman has had his share. Like becoming – at just 29 the
youngest district attorney in the history of Dauphin County. Or, some 15
years later, the first elected Attorney General in the Commonwealth’s long
history. Mileposts of an accomplished life, certainly.