29 October 2012
While growing up, our household's loyalties may have been with Indiana University for basketball, but I was all about Notre Dame football. This was particularly true in my college years as the campus was but a wee stone's throw from mine and many of my friendships had connections back to the university. One of those connections resulted in a memorable meeting with Anthony Johnson from Notre Dame's Holtz-era.
When I wrote this post in 2007, We Are Done, about a history-making game I attended (and not in a good way), I said "a great school deserves a great football program". Well, if the previous 7-0 winning streak for the Irish didn't prove that the glory has returned, certainly a win over Oklahoma on Saturday, in a big way I might add, has shown that Notre Dame is a football powerhouse once again.
After years of ND's head coaching position looking more like a turn-style to certain purgatory than salvation, I think that it now seems all too obvious with Brian Kelly......all they really needed was a head coach with an Irish name. Go figure. Go Notre Dame.
24 October 2012
It was a warm October afternoon, much like today, when the best thing that has ever happened in my life unfolded before me. Fourteen years later....through a lot of ups and downs.....God continues to show me just how lucky I am. And if I could attribute the strength of those fourteen years to anything other than our common love for each other and God, it would have to be the examples we have in our parents. This year marks 100 years combined wedded experience between our folks. That's a lot of love, and a lot of wisdom. What will 50 years look like for us babe?
20 October 2012
|at Morgan's Raid battle site|
|Indiana's first state capitol|
|Legislature Hall, state capitol|
|Second floor hall, state capitol|
|Governor's house, kitchen|
Man, I wish our dining room looked like this!
|Old fashioned soda fountain & candy store|
|Squire Boone Cavern and Mill|
18 October 2012
13 October 2012
It was a fairly warm but breezy July evening with clear, starry skies. Some buddies and I that had grown up together were out and about and up to no good. We had dad's old pick-up truck that I had equipped with speakers you could pull out from behind the seat and place outside on the hood-should you want to play a quick game at the park. We were outside of town on Oak Road where we crossed the legendary "spook bridge". It was an old iron bridge with wood slats for a deck-it had been there for nearly 100 years I suppose, crossing the railroad below.
We stopped and looked back toward town where the railroad led. We were in no hurry, so we broke out a couple six packs of Coke and pulled the speakers out and put them on the hood. The three of us sat on the extra-wide handrail and talked about...whatever, school and girls mostly. We could see the glow of our little home town, bouncing off my old school, and the grain elevator's flag hoisted high on a tower next to the tracks. And wouldn't you know it, Mellencamp's "Small Town" came on the radio. It was a modern Rockwell moment.
Well, two years later they tore the old school down. The grain elevator has changed hands and there is no flag on top of the silo. And just a year ago, after it had been condemned, they brought down the old bridge too. Don't cry for our small town though-since then we've had an Arby's, McDonalds (and now a Burger King), along with two mini-marts open.....at the expense of two (now three, with our family's place) long-established restaurants and a family grocery that had been around since the 1920s.
06 October 2012
So when my wife caught on that a young friend of hers from our church was looking for the perfect, yet unorthodox, place for a wedding, my wife volunteered our barn. With a little bit of preparation, and a lot of hay removal, the couple which we had come to know well in the 20s ministry we led were united.
In a barn.
On a perfect September day.
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