In Gratitude for Pat Conroy - October 25, 1945 - March 4, 2016
"No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.” ~ Pat Conroy
Pat Conroy spent his life writing to discover his sense of self. He wove stories based on family situations and his life struggles. “It was in Beaufort in sight of a river’s sinuous turn, and the movements of its dolphin-proud tides that I began to discover myself and where my life began at fifteen,” he wrote.
According to Conroy, his father would often sign copies of his novels, "I hope you enjoy my son’s latest work of fiction." He would underline the word “fiction” five or six times. "That boy of mine sure has a vivid imagination. Ol’ lovable, likable Col. Don Conroy, USMC (Ret.), the Great Santini."