It was awfully nice of the University to remember my 200th birthday on February 6. I am very grateful that I haven’t been forgotten…since everyone has been riding my cassock-tails since roughly 1842. I was honored that the Dining Hall put on a legitimate French spread. I’m sorry for all you good, corn-fed, Midwestern, Irish-Americans who prefer meat and potatoes three times a day. Call this multiculturalism. What bothers me is Rozum. Now, don’t get me wrong. George and I have a great ...
