Like the swallows returning to the Mission of San Juan Capistrano, my loyal sons and daughters are flying back to Notre Dame, their mother. Of course, the students aren’t birds, they don't have feathers, and can’t really fly. So maybe that was a bad simile. Like salmon swimming against the current to return home, my loyal sons and daughters are coming back to the place of their spiritual and educational birth. Wait…NO NO NO – the salmon do that to spawn. There is absolutely no spawning at ...
