The pope turns off his air conditioner at night. I know, because for some years now I have had the honor of staying in the Domus Sanctae Marthae inside Vatican City while attending a meeting in June. Every evening around 10, without fail, the air conditioners turn off until 5 a.m. Equally without fail, I awaken every morning at 3 in an agony of Roman heat.
Nine bourbons every Notre Dame faculty member should want to stash in his or her office because according to the faculty handbook it is forbidden.
But at Notre Dame my graduate friends and I thought we really didn’t need the undergraduate experience any longer. Our place was Albert’s out on the way to the airport.
In taking the time to stand and look, we see things in the God Quad that tell us about our University, remind us of those who founded it, suggest to us what we may be and what we may fail to be.