Father LeBran had a lot of sufi influence in him. One of my buddies said he was like Yoda. I used to go to the Sunday midnight mass in his suite, and he got me into the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ig Loyola over in Rh Island, one Thanksgiving break. If he didn't remember a student's name, he would smile, joyously yell 'Bummer!", and grab their neck and head to hug them. He was the Holy Cross version of an Oxford Don. A good rank-and-file clergyman, though the Jesuits can act a bit byzantine at the command and control levels.
So you brainy youngsters really didn't think that the establishment would be watching the dorms after co-education came to H.C.? Har har. Too many visits to the Hanselman(n) and Carlin bars for you.
'Slappy' is Clarence Thomas's nickname, and I think it probably came from our old alma-mater. Speaking of old school ties, I actually had a tie with the Fenwick Tower on it. I used to wear it at my work-study job guarding the door at the 1843 room, working under Chip O'C.
The tune is 'Oh Christmas Tree' for the anthem. I had Prof. Esposito's "Mystics and Zen Masters" comparative religion class. He had a good curriculum, though he was a little stuck on himself. He was more intellectual and anthropological than religious, but the flip side of Esposito would be a Santorum-style 'Opus Dei \ P-2 101' introductory course, where the main themes would be 'Adam and Eve Rode Dinosaurs', 'The Unicorn Couldn't Get on Noah's Ark", 'Stone the Heretic', 'Wicked Woman', 'Methodology Of Threading a Camel Named Lazarus Through the Eye of a Needle', 'Lot Should Blame Himself', etc.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane, O&ItW.
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