The essence of Notre Dame

By Tom Pierce '03

It was 1997 and my brother’s first Christmas home after the fall of his freshmen year at Notre Dame. Our family was in church, although it was not our parish but one that we went to sometimes because the priest is an old friend of ours. At the end of Mass we began the slow shuffle out of the church when my brother noticed an older gentleman with a weathered blue coat bearing a tiny N, overlapped by an equally tiny D, too small for the hurried passerby to notice, yet just large enough for a Domer.…

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