Suzanne Rubin has been named to the Board of Trustees of the Sandy Hook Foundation, the nonprofit partner of the National Park Service at Gateway National Recreation Area, continuing the Board’s mission to protect and preserve Sandy Hook’s natural, cultural and historic resources and enhancing the experience of all park visitors.
Rubin’s background includes finance, philanthropy, and community leadership, as a Fordham University graduate, as well as experience in management at Smith Barney and the Citi Private Bank in NYC while serving on the McCarton Foundation board. Since moving to Rumson in 2012, where she and her husband are raising four children, she has chaired the Rumson Country Day School’s Gator Bash and Gala and the Visiting Nurse Association of Central New Jersey’s Beach Ball. A Long Island native and avid skier, Rubin has explored beaches and national parks with her family, deepening her commitment to conservation. She joins the board eager to help care for Sandy Hook’s historic buildings and natural resources for generations to come.
The Sandy Hook Foundation is the official nonprofit partner of the National Park Service at Sandy Hook, part of Gateway National Recreation Area. Since 1989, the Foundation has brought together donors, volunteers, and community partners to care for the park’s 2,044 acres, including ocean and bayside beaches, seven distinct ecosystems, and historic Fort Hancock, and to provide people with more reasons to visit. Its work includes restoring the Lighthouse Keepers’ Quarters beside the Sandy Hook Lighthouse, rehabilitating historic barracks at Camp Gateway, caring for the historic Life-Saving Station, and funding public programs. Learn more at sandyhooknj.org.
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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon.
This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon.
