![]() ![]() He admits that he applied and was accepted into Williams College as well-tempted by its strong theater program-but his decision didn’t exactly hang on a coin flip. ![]() ![]() In short, Scott Berg got into and out of Princeton but never got over it. The college’s library also houses the papers of Max Perkins, whose biography started out as Berg’s senior thesis, and sits no more than ten miles from the Lindbergh estate. And the college he was thinking of had schooled not only Wilson but Scott Fitzgerald, whom Berg’s mother claimed she was reading when she named him. So what kind of high school freak hangs a picture of Woodrow Wilson on his wall? Jeff Berg, happily ensconced in his new entertainment agency’s corner office high above Century City, and with the pleasant guardedness of the burned-before, answers the question with one of his own: “Who starts thinking of college at 13?” He read a presidential biography and became so besotted that his brother Jeff gave him a campaign poster of Wilson, which Scott tacked up and still keeps. Somewhere between Shirley Windward and Pali High, Scott Berg discovered Woodrow Wilson. ![]()
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