No Week in Review This Week The usual litany: a large family and its attendant time commitments, illness, lameness. (Blog Post)
Black Wednesday Arrives I haven't missed it since turning 21. Even in 2020 when the bars were shut down, I opened a bar in my basement, complete with lots of hand sanitizer and two air purifiers. Funny, not too many people came, but those who did, got great burgers from a local bar that needed the business.
Don't Crowd Me A few years ago, I went to my local high school's first home football game. Afterwards, I was exhausted. I mean, absolutely exhausted, like I had lead around my shoulders. I'd had a hard week at work, but the level of exhaustion was something else. I
The Stoics and Me As an uptight Christian, I've sought spiritual counsel from St. John the Apostle to Thomas Merton, from Augustine through Aquinas to Guardini. They all helped. But I still suffered from uptightness and swings of passion: worry about the future; sudden bursts of good emotional energy, mortgaged with my
James Schall's Another Sort of Learning Summer 1988. I’d just graduated from the University of Michigan and was preparing to enter the University of Notre Dame School of Law. I was working second shift at a local factory as a material handler (gopher). I was working six nights a week, Monday through Saturday,4:30
Meg Scheske's (now "Schlueter") Wedding Day Margaret Rita (Meg) joined Leo Schlueter in matrimony two days ago. They're both graduates of Hillsdale College. His father is a professor of philosophy there. Meg's dad is, well, your scribe at TDE and an amateur philosopher, historian, and gardener. Bride and groom come from large
High Average 💡When I moved from my house of 30 years, I threw out all my trophies, except four that were special to me. I am now throwing out those four, taking the expert de-hoarder advice to take a picture of things that are special but useless one step further by
Punt, Pass and Kick 💡When I moved from my house of 30 years, I threw out all my trophies, except four that were special to me. I am now throwing out those four, taking the expert de-hoarder advice to take a picture of things that are special but useless one step further by
How to Use a Fake I.D. to Find Happiness That fake I.D. bought me many little bits of happiness and one big one Today is a Special Edition of BYCU. Part autobiographical, part inspirational, part drunken. Here goes. I met Marie 35 years ago today. She was 18. I was 20, but my older brother’s driver’s