Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Alphie’s back! But who will speak for the lower vertebrates?
By Rick Becker
My daughter, Joan, caught the Arthur bug while growing up in South Bend, and it persists to this day. For her, the legends embody an eternal optimism — that “no ending is final,” as she says, and that “whatever is truly right can’t be conquered forever.”
An excerpt from Echoes of ’58: Recollections of the Notre Dame class of 1958. Priests, Bob Farrell discovered, do have a sense of humor.
Standing on the steps of the Washington Hall stage, Christy Burgess made a pretty brazen introduction. The next two scenes we were about to see from the works of William Shakespeare were the cutest she could remember.
By Anne Diffily
Every time I want to turn my back on a panhandler extending his hand — and instinctively I do flinch — I hear the small, insistent voice of my humanity prodding me to respond.
This election year is particularly fascinating because the primary season between February and June appeared at times to be a two-front war against the Republican and Democratic establishments. But larger and potentially more profound problems confront each party this fall and in the future.
Excerpts from Echoes of ’58: Recollections of the Notre Dame class of 1958. Jack Barthel and Will Kilbourne remember that some regulations could be slightly bent.
I went to the church half an hour early to pray. The most difficult part of the afternoon was figuring out how to get inside the confessional.
I’ve read a number of World War II and Holocaust books, but rarely have I read about, or even pondered, what it would be like to sit by and watch your town, your neighbors fall into evil hands. In the first chapter of The Nightingale, as one of the sisters, now an elderly woman, reflects on the war, she says, “In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.”
Leadership comes at a price. Which, like ego, is subject to inflation.