And the beauty of NSNC is that it unites you with other friends. We support each other and look for ways to stay inspired and remind the world what we do and why we matter. Individually, we can make a difference in our hometowns or niches; together, we can take on issues of wider importance like the national disgrace blighting the Gulf Coast. We honor master wordsmiths and encourage brave newbies who clearly aren’t afraid of poverty or disrespect. In this uncertain and unnerving environment, the NSNC is a kind of sanctuary. A welcoming community that wants to help you be the best you can be. It’s a meditation chapel — with a bar in the basement fellowship room. How cool is that?
I’m honored to be your president at this difficult but exciting time. We look ahead this year to a book gathering our writings about New Orleans, and another outstanding conference in the making next year in California.
Let’s have some fun. Let’s tell some stories and rattle some cages. Let’s commit some journalism. Our job is not for the faint of heart or easily daunted. You talk to me, I’ll talk to you, and we’ll all keep whistling in the graveyard until it gets light. Better yet: bring a kazoo.