Passing through

By Kerry Temple ’74

Like many folks, including John Steinbeck and William Least Heat Moon, I prefer two-lane roads to interstate highways. I like to see people and places, get a sense of life from the ground up.

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Soundings: A whole new game

By Kerry Temple ’74

Sometimes you get blindsided.There I was, happily getting ready for the season opener. Notre Dame-Purdue. Launch of the Brian Kelly era. Then my wife reported the weather forecast. That’s when it happened.

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Here and there

By Kerry Temple ’74

Dark storm clouds stretch across the distant horizon to the north. I can see them out my fifth-floor window in Grace Hall. They look like distant mountains. I wish they were.

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Echoes: Sophomore Literary Festival

By Kerry Temple ’74

Here is my Sophomore Literary Festival moment. I am in the old Pay Caf, also known years ago as the Oak Room in the South Dining Hall. I am having coffee with Barry Lopez and Edward Abbey. They are two lions of 20th century American nature writing.

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Life and death

By Kerry Temple ’74

One of America’s most prolific and popular writers once said, “Reading without thinking is nothing. For a book is less important for what it says than what it makes you think.”

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Another email: Reports from Haiti

By Kerry Temple ’74

The first call was a phone message left during the weekend after the Jan. 12 earthquake fractured Haiti. It came from Ann Kloos. Her brother John, a 1974 Notre Dame graduate, had lost his son Ryan in the quake

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Divining Rod

By Kerry Temple ’74

A few decades ago, when I began reading seriously about our search for the divine in nature, I ran across a quote from John Stewart Collis in The Triumph of the Tree

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Me and them

By Kerry Temple ’74

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest is one of my all-time favorite movies. Like two of my all-time favorite books, The Catcher in the Rye and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, the movie is essentially the story of the individual versus society — a favorite theme of mine.

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Defining moment

By Kerry Temple ’74

In 1970, a few weeks before I enrolled as a freshman at Notre Dame, a group of us Louisiana high school friends chipped in on a rudimentary beach house in Gulf Shores, Alabama. For two weeks we reveled in a celebration of one of life’s most consequential passages.

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A new president, a new day

By Kerry Temple ’74

I came to work at Notre Dame 28 years ago because I believed in the place. I’d had a great undergraduate experience, but it was a document written a few years later by Father Ted Hesburgh, CSC, that got me to commit to a career in South Bend, Indiana.

The statement set the University into its historical context and acknowledged the continuity of institutional life as it had evolved from the vision of its founder, Rev. Edward F. Sorin, CSC

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Letter from Campus: Autumn Rituals

By Kerry Temple ’74

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The USC football team came to South Bend in October to play the Fighting Irish, and 45,000 fans showed up in Notre Dame Stadium for . . . the Friday night pep rally.

Any doubt that the new coach had had a seismic impact on the sweeping cultural phenomenon that is Notre Dame football was dispelled that electric evening. Those who saw the next day’s game were treated to one of college football’s most dramatic climaxes in recent memory—and further evidence that something special was taking place this fall. Notre Dame football was back. And for a school that derives much of its identity from the fortunes of its football team, it’s been a grand revival indeed.…

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Hometown: The Heart and Soul of Our Beginnings

By Kerry Temple ’74

We came from Dallas and Dubuque, Joliet, Bennington, Shreveport and Grand Rapids. Alton, Illinois, and Warren, Ohio. Pittsburgh and Saint Louis and Walla Walla, Washington. These were our hometowns—and the answer to that question asked of all who come to Notre Dame: “Where ya from?”

Some of us had outgrown those places; some of us couldn’t wait to get out of town. We all were filled with the hopes and horizons promised by a new life at Notre Dame. We had left childhood behind. We stood at the threshold of tomorrow, the launch toward dreams, the beginning of the rest of our lives. It didn’t take long for those cities and towns to feel very far away, dropping into the past like booster rockets falling back to Earth—no longer needed—as the spacecraft sails splendidly toward outer space.…

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