So there I was, sitting at a table outside the coffee shop in O’Shaughnessy Hall, writing in my little notebook and dreaming of literary fame, as I am wont to do during my idle hours. I scribbled a few sentences of timeless prose, paused for a sip of my coffee, and then stared out into space, savoring the familiar sights and sounds of college students bustling back and forth to their classes.
For years I carried around in my wallet a little scrap of paper that read Peace like a River, Leif Enger. I didn’t recognize the handwriting but knew it was a book recommendation from someone. I’m really glad I held on to it.
The wind continued to howl and the waves crashed over the hull, slowly filling the stern with seawater. The Cuban exiles clung to the small craft for their lives, knowing that to be tossed overboard would mean certain doom.
It’s a small (Notre Dame) world after all.
My job requires much involuntary reading during the workday, so when I’m asked what I’m reading lately, I’m a little abashed at what boring prose most of “what I’m reading lately” is.
He had the typical story of a patient who slowly developed the signs and symptoms of colon cancer, except for his young age — 24.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 58th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Another year, another commencement.