The writing conference blogging continues. Earlier today, entering the hotel’s fitness room to knock out 45 minutes on the treadmill, I I heard the Indigo Girls singing “Galileo”…
Galileo’s head was on the block,
His crime was lookin’ up the truth.
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode,
I try to trace them to my youth. …
…Look what I had to overcome in my past lives…I think I’ll write a book.
I’m no fan of omens, but that seems fortuitously coincidental at least. A great way to start the week, “workshopping” a 7000 word excerpt of my memoir. It deals with my father, including events around his freshman year at Dartmouth College in Hanover, NH, in the late 1950’s and how those events may have shaped my life.
As I sat outside the meeting room for our first get together I sat down with another early arrival, a man named Carr… Stewart Carr, I believe. Small talk. First time here? What class are you taking? Where you from?
“Hanover, New Hampshire”
“No shit? A part of my writing deals with my dad playing basketball there. Did you go to Dartmouth?” He did. “When did you graduate?” 1960. “My dad graduated in ’59.”
Stewart says, “Hmmm… That’s around the time we started getting really good players in there, like Rudy LaRusso.”
Rudy LaRusso was my Father’s freshman roommate and team mate on the Dartmouth basketball team. I’m not a fan of omens, and coincidences do happen… but this is freakin’ me out, esse! Aren’t the Superstition Mountains in New Mexico?
Randy would tell me “You believe what you want to believe.”