Molarity Redux: Tuesday at Corbys part 2
By Michael Molinelli '82
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 16th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 16th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
Wherever they’re headed, whatever they’re wearing, most of Cambodia is up with the dawn and moving with purpose, dodging one another with a stoic ease that still escapes this author.
The CJF is the oldest festival of its kind in the country. In the late 1950s, a student named Tom Cahill ’59, feeling the blues falling around his fellow Irish, hit on the idea that maybe what the campus needed at that time of year was some green burst of spontaneity. Maybe some jazz, new jazz by students, maybe a competition.
There is a tree we pass when we walk to and from the lake. As we walk by, the dog approaches it, sniffs, pauses. This tree holds memories for me, and I would like to think the dog has found them, that some part of me he can sense still lingers there in the roots tangled in the sand.
This edition of Networthy ND features several items related to the tragic suicide death February 17 of Notre Dame football great Dave Duerson ’83. Also featured are links to two noteworthy videos produced by Notre Dame alums.
I have a 10 percent rule I came up with after holding the worst PTO co-chair position ever for two years. The kind of volunteer position that has my friends giving me cocktail napkins with catchy phrases on them: “Stop me before I volunteer for something.”
I don’t claim to know what’s right for anyone in mourning, but in sports there seems to be only one choice: Play through the pain, with black armbands, helmet stickers, initials inked onto sneakers and moments of silence.
Four senior U.S. statesmen — George P. Shultz, William J. Perry, Henry A. Kissinger and Sam Nunn — captured world attention in January 2007 with their call for "A World Free of Nuclear Weapons.” Their premise is compelling: nuclear deterrence is no longer required in the post Cold War.
Strips 58-62 of the popular comic strip Molarity, which previewed in The Observer in 1977.
I decided to take two 6-year old boys to the Chicago Art Institute. I used to go to the lectures there on Tuesday nights after work and then walk around the quiet halls, perfectly happy to be in that place alone, appreciating the art. Today, 20 years later, I am no longer alone walking quiet galleries. I am yelling my fool head off.
In the last quarter of the 19th century, near what has since become Gallup, New Mexico, while the United States and its military were persecuting the Navajo people, a U.S. Army surgeon named Washington Matthews, who had learned the Navajo language, sat down with Old Torlino, a Navajo priest, and asked him who the Navajo people were.
You could have knocked me over with a gentle tap when I realized during the third match at the Notre Dame Bengal Bouts that I was enjoying the bouts.
Lent starts next week. Typically, I don’t pay too much attention to Lent. But my daughter is now 8, embracing her Catholic faith, and challenging me to do a better job at playing by all the Catholic rules. I’m not good at paying attention to rules I don’t like.