Of course, the best RB in Notre Dame history opted to enter the NFL draft rather than return to school for his senior year. It was the only logical move in today’s money driven game. But in doing so, Love passed up the chance to be immortalized in Fighting Irish lore...

My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior for He has been mindful of the humble state of His servant...

Indiana U’s rag tag to undefeated riches football team “may” win this year’s national championship but will also “likely” revolutionize how some teams prepare for games with their head coach’s “Brain over Braun” revelation...

Bing Crosby’s 1940’s hits, “Going My Way” & “Bells of St. Mary’s,” endure with a legion of loyal fans, but what’s strikingly Christ-like is the crooner’s decision to end the series on its “high note”...

Movie houses are quickly going the way of the 8-track tape as older folks don’t want to pay $10 for cheap popcorn they can’t digest & youngsters are addicted to streaming. That Netflix/Paramount bidding war for Casablanca-owner Warner Bros is no coincidence...

A respected doctor recently warned of “2 simple food mistakes that increase chronic disease risk,” i.e., drinking just fruit juice instead of real deal & eating fried aka breaded chicken. No MD, I have 3 more: Inhaling crapola snacks & chugging booze til you snooze…

Advent to me is the beginning of the most joyful season of the year that heralds the prophesized birth of our Lord, Jesus Christ, reminds us of God’s undying love for us, and promises the faithful a chance for an eternal life in Heaven with Him...

Forty years ago, in between jobs, I came out of my desert to find myself by walking the Rhineland. I now return to Germany’s version of Italy’s Tuscany for the next 10 days wiser & grateful to realize we’ve all experienced the many ups & downs of life …

There is a time for everything & a season for every activity under the heavens … [as] the sun rises & the sun sets & hurries back to where it rises...

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson ...