I should write more columns. No, I’d rather take a late morning nap or hang out with my girlfriend on her lunch break or look up trivial information. Good choices, I would argue, especially hanging out with my girlfriend since I work nights and she works days.

It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. I’m listening.

In the ocean of tattoos and body-piercings, I’ve seen evidence that some of our young people are not happy with the prevailing culture. They are not happy to go with the flow. They have the ability to endure pain to achieve a goal. They want to mark themselves as unique individuals. They want to take a radical stance.

It’s hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning. — Bill Watterson (Calvin and Hobbes)

If you’re too busy to go fishing, you’re too busy.” — Anonymous

This being Holy Week I got to thinking about being on retreat at Assumption Abbey just before Easter in 2005; specifically, Holy Thursday.

There is something to be said about the vicissitudes of Presidential campaigns.

Youngest daughter wants to paint her room.  It used to be her big sister’s room.  Her big sister had painted it Post-It Note Yellow, and a couple of years later she got married and moved out. The reaction on the part of youngest daughter was as follows:

“He was like a dad to me,” my former high school classmate Tim Gintner told me as he sat grieving next to me in a pew on Saturday. “We worked summers together doing carpentry projects all over. He was the reason I built my own house … everything but the fireplace. He always said, ‘If you’re going to do it … do it right … even if it takes a little more time.’”

Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.