Saturday, September 15, 2012
As readers of this blog know, it has been a tumultuous time here—a sinking realization that not all the people you trust to get something right (or to do right) do. A sense of helplessness about a false newspaper claim. And so many friends stepping in to cry out against the injustice.
And while I will never be able to leave this cruelty behind—for it is not about me (about that I would not care) but about someone I deeply love—I did physically leave home very early yesterday morning to join friends at the Glory Days Symposium, an intelligent gathering of people who recognize that Springsteen does so much more than entertain. (One of my own—many—appreciations of Springsteen is here.) I was proud to join April Lindner, Jane Satterfield, Ann E. Michael, and Ned Balbo on a storytelling panel, and deeply inspired by the conversations I heard along the way. I was happy to at last meet Mark Bernhard, an associate provost at University of Southern Indiana, who puts so much of himself into this event.
Mid-afternoon I slipped away to Asbury Park and walked the boardwalk alone. Sea and salt and time to be. A quick but essential exchange with my editor, Tamra Tuller. A funny, I-am-the-luckiest-mother-on-earth text carnival with my son.
Monmouth University, where the Glory Days Symposium was held, is a green campus, architecturally cohering and whole. At its center stands Wilson Hall, a Horace Trumbauer designed mansion originally built, in 1929, as the private residence of F.W. Woolworth Co. president Hubert Templeton Parson. In the summer of 1916, in a building lost to fire on this same site, Woodrow Wilson worked through his presidential campaign. If this Trumbauer building looks familiar to you, that's because it served as the set for the movie, Annie.
I share above some images from the day.