Recently, three very funny Notre Dame alumni, John Garrett ’98, Eric Hunter ’88 and Jim Brogan ’70, aka “The Laughing Irish,” came back to campus to perform their stand-up comedy acts at Legends.
I put my son’s lunchbox on top of the cubbies where the children hang their coats. I want to keep these lunchboxes, this moment, this amazing life, here, now, just the way it is.
I’m a big fan of the drive-thru experience. As I am eating fast food, contemplating alternative ways to stay off the cholesterol medications, my 8-year old asks, “Mom, why do we have to go to McDonalds, we go there all the time?”
My Facebook friends list is filled with Chicagoans and Domers. A week ago Thursday, half the status updates on my feed were celebrations of the Blackhawks’ Stanley Cup victory; the other half were celebrations of USC’s impending NCAA sanctions, evidence that justice reckoned can taste as sweet as victory.
A Tuesday in May. The Basilica of the Sacred Heart had its usual congregation of students, faculty and staff on a prayerful break. As could only happen at Notre Dame, they walked into an ordinary weekday liturgy and found it concelebrated by six bishops and more than 20 priests. The National Black Catholic Congress was on campus for “Stir into Flame — A Symposium on the Vocation to the Catholic Priesthood in the African American Community.”
My boss comes from a family of four — mother, father, sister, brother. Here are the first names of his family members: Fayrine, Beverly, Kenton, Kerry. Kenton is his sister. I think you see the problem.
My family is on library probation.
World Cup play has begun, but some students from Notre Dame and Duke are already celebrating the good reviews of their soccer documentary Pelada. (A magazine summer issue sneak peek.)
Listen up all you Katelyns, Katlynns, Katlins, Kaitlyns, Caitlins, Caitlyns and even you Kaytlans. I give you about 25 years before you begin to call the parent who named you some not-so-nice names.
“Bourdon” is a rare and splendid word, not the sort of word you use every day, but certainly a word to lift your hat to, as Emily Dickinson once said of the word “phosphorescence.”
Welcome back to Molarity Redux, the sixth strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Is that Brian Kelly on the phone?