When I was at Wheaton, a story (possibly apocryphal) circulated
about a student who had been expelled a couple years earlier for celebrating a
mock Eucharist on the quad, in which he faux-consecrated donuts and beer.
The classic tale of Santiago, an Andalusian shepherd who journeys to Egypt to find the "Soul of the World," has been adapted as a graphic novel for the first time. Written like a fable, The Alchemist is built around the conversations Santiago has with those he meets on his journey.
By purest chance I was out in our street when the kindergarten Bus mumbled past going slow and I looked up just as all seven Kids on my side of the bus looked at me and I grinned and they Lit up and all this crap about God being dead and where is God And who owns God and who hears God better than whom is the Most egregiously stupid crap imaginable because if you want to See God and have God see you and have this mutual perception Be completely untrammeled by blather and greed and comment, Go stand in the street as the kindergarten bus murmurs past. I’m Not kidding and this is not a metaphor. I am completely serious. Everyone babbles about God but I saw God this morning just as The bus slowed down for the stop on Maple Street. God was six Girls and one boy with a bright green and purple stegosaurus hat. Of course God would wear a brilliantly colored tall dinosaur hat! If you were the Imagination that dreamed up everything that ever Was in this blistering perfect terrible world, wouldn’t you wear a Hat celebrating some of the wildest most amazing developments?
Yogi Berra, who died last month, will always be known as the championship-winning, pint-sized catcher for the New York Yankees and for his Yogi-isms (“It ain’t over till it’s over”). What he really should be known for is being a true gentleman who wore fame about as well as it could be worn, says sports writer Phil Mushnick. One example: Yogi allowed his name to be attached to a celebrity golf classic that raised money for Boy Scout programs for kids with special needs. During the event Yogi would drive kids around the golf course, introducing them by name to the celebrity golfers (New York Post, September 24)