My father not only did not go to college. he did not even go to high school. He was indentured. if you want to call it that. to the trades while he was still in grade school. But my father developed a great affiliation for Notre Dame. and as we know. it was a college which somehow embodied the hopes and the aspirations of a great group of people who came to this country. the immigrants to the country. along with native born. For those people it was especially a kind of repository for their love and affection and for their great admiration for this Nation. So from the early 1940s I can remember vividly sitting with dad before television. and before VCRs.
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