Head of the Pat Conroy Literary Center Inspired by Friendship to Search for His Own Defining Time
By Mindy Lucas
On a recent weekday morning, Pat Conroy Literary Center Executive Director Jonathan Haupt found himself trying to access the roof of the building where the center and all of its trappings – from Conroy’s Fripp Island writing desk to the Great Santini’s flight jacket – are housed.
As Haupt and an air conditioner repairman poked around the Port Republic Street property in downtown Beaufort, they realized there was no obvious scuttle hole or hatch. Then it dawned on Haupt. The former bank building, built in the early ‘70s, had been designed to be impenetrable.
Back in the day, when “the real rock and roll” ruled, Beaufort’s Melody Makers was one of the most sought after beach bands in the state. Local folks wax nostalgic remembering beach parties, teen romance and shagging the night away to high-energy music. As far as history goes, the band was an important part of growing up in Beaufort.
“Transcendence,” the next exhibit at Art League of Hilton Head, scheduled for July 30-August 24, will be like no other at the nonprofit gallery.
The featured artists will not be present at the opening reception Aug. 7 – because they are incarcerated at Allendale Correctional Institution in Fairfax, S.C.
Jessica Handler learned creative writing from the late Pat Conroy when he served as a guest instructor at the Paideia School in Atlanta, just prior to the publication of his first novel, The Great Santini. Handler, the author of two memoirs, published her debut novel The Magnetic Girl in April of this year. The nonprofit Pat Conroy Literary Center (905 Port Republic Street, Beaufort) will host Handler for a reading and discussion of her novel on Tuesday, August 6, at 5:30 p.m. Free and open to the public, the discussion will be followed by a book signing.
You know how when you live with someone for a long time, you really don’t see them anymore? As we age, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing! But this can happen with your garden, too, and that is a bad thing.
“Katherine, Frances just went into Hospice care. If you want to see her, you’d better come soon.” My stomach dropped. My dear college friend had been battling breast cancer, and I’d hoped her eternally-positive attitude and good fortune would eventually win out. Her body, it seemed, had other plans.
It’s early on the morning of July 5th and I’m at my desk, catching up on yesterday’s work.
It was the least Fourthy Fourth I can remember at our house, with nary a dash of pomp nor circumstance. I just wasn’t feeling it. But old habits die hard, so I took the day off. It seemed the patriotic thing to do.
I'm sharing three of my all-time favorite salad recipes this week. Summertime is a wonderful season to indulge in a healthy menu. We're so very blessed with an abundance of fresh local produce in the Lowcountry. Just add your favorite protein topped with a drizzle of vinaigrette to a pile of mixed greens and beautiful and delicious entrees will appear before your eyes. Enjoy!
“By all rights, that morning should have been a newspaperman’s dream. There were fantastic stories of escape, including recounting of fear and elation. Any one of them would have made a first-page feature story in any newspaper. Yet I was defeated by the flood of experiences. I listened until the stories finally became merged, overlapping and paralleling and contradicting, until the whole adventure became a composite, and today it is in my mind as in theirs a sort of generalized blur.” – Ernie Pyle, Here Is Your War (New York, Henry Holt, 1943)
These days, my friends and loved ones slide down both sides on the arc of the political rainbow, and I am a better person because of them. Without an array of conservative, moderate, and liberal thinkers in my inner circle, I would not have the ability to hold the debate inside of my head to ferret out what I hold true, what I struggle to understand, and what I cannot accept. Political discussions wake me up and remind me of my freedoms under our Bill of Rights, and my ease in taking them for granted growing up in America.