I have recently reconnected with a few more old college friends and every time I think back to my Cabrini College days I am flooded with great memories of wonderful people and great times. Admittedly, I was not the model student or citizen back then but I wasn’t too far off track and I certainly don’t regret anything I did or didn’t do back then. I know all of my experiences have helped shape who I have become. There are two memories however that always seem to stand out as being the most meaningful that I know will remain with me forever.
For those that don’t know, I am a huge music fan. Although I can’t play a lick of anything and have never been a musician, I have always loved listening to music. I was one of those guys that would settle in to a new album with the head phones on and read every single word of the liner notes and research bands to better understand who played what for whom. As a kid, I would spend hours in second hand shops like Plastic Fantastic in Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania just listening, studying, and shopping. That little bit of background may add value to my two Cabrini memories. It’s funny how vivid these are after all this time.
Philosophy class at 8:30 AM was not my idea of excitement. I did love the professor though, and in general I was able to relate to a lot of the subject matter. But no matter how you sliced it, doing anything at 8:30 in the morning is hard to swallow when you are 20. There was one class in particular where I just couldn’t hang and found myself drifting off as Dr. Joseph Romano lectured on about … something. I remember struggling hard to stay awake when all of a sudden I THOUGHT I heard Dr. Romano say the words “Moody Blues”. Well that certainly brought me back to life but I wasn’t sure if I had really heard what I thought I had heard. But Dr. Romano went on. As it turned out, he was lecturing on Rene Descartes’ Discourse on the Method and his famous statement on existence;” I think, there I am”.
Well wouldn’t you know it, good ole Dr. Romano was tying in a little modern philosophy with the lyrics from the Moody Blues tune “In the Beginning” which begins; “I think, I think I am. Therefore I am, I think”. Well I practically jumped out of my seat with excitement because my philosophy teacher had just pushed my magic button. So of course I immediately chimed in with all kinds of comments on that album and that band. Maybe that was his way of reeling in those of us that had drifted off in class, and it sure worked. The best part was following the class, Dr. Romano asked me if I had the album with me on campus, and I said “of course, it’s a must have in any collection”. With that he asked me to bring it with me to the next class. I did. And we spent the entire hour during the next class listening to the Moody Blues and analyzing Descartes. I was never late or missed one of his classes after that.
The second memory, although just as vivid, is not quite as positive. Father Jack McDowell was our campus priest for a brief time while I was at Cabrini. Understand that I was raised Presbyterian and up until college I had never had any reason to interact with a priest. But I immediately took to Father Jack like he was a good friend. In fact he very quickly became one of the guys. He was in his early thirties at the time and often played pickup games of basketball with us and we always had an open invitation to hang out at his campus residence we knew as “the gate house”.
Father Jack was a bigger music freak than I was and remember we are talking about the pre digital era so a huge music collection meant the need for a huge storage area. Father Jack had an entire walk in closet and crawl space lined with nothing but albums and a stereo system that could be heard for miles. His favorite band was the same as mine; the fab four, the British mop tops, The Beatles. I can’t tell you how many times I hung out at that gate house listening to music and chowing down on roast beef, which was always in his Crock Pot.
December 8th, 1980 was no different in that respect. A gang of us were hanging out that night, listening to music, eating roast beef, and watching Monday Night Football. But this night did turn out to be very different. It was during that game that we learned of the tragic shooting of John Winston Ono Lennon in the courtyard at the entrance to his home, the Dakota Hotel in NYC. We all sat and stared at the TV in complete disbelief. I feel like I stayed at Jack’s for a month that night.
We sat and talked and listened and played every single Beatles and Lennon recording that we could get our hands on. It was just one of those nights that will always be remembered. I am so glad that I was where I was when this news broke. Jack had a wonderful way of facilitating the healing process and pulling the pieces together as a friend, as a fan, and yes, as a priest.
Just thought I would share. As for today… “I shovel, therefore I am”
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Still in the Woods
I try to not have too much an opinion on certain topics simply because I would rather not fuel a fire that should never have been started in the first place. I am not even a fan of golf but I am a fan of people so in this situation, I feel the need to voice an opinion of Tiger Woods. I am not going to second guess, find fault, or criticize his actions or his moral compass. While I certainly don’t agree with any of it, I’d rather not dig around in his dumpster. He did what he did and his issues are now his, and his family’s to deal with.
My beef is aimed more at some of his loyal fans who are making the claim that what he does in his private life are personal and he owes no explanation or public apology to anyone. Wrong, wrong, and wrong. While I understand that people are entitled to their privacy, (to an extent), I also believe that when a public figure, such as Tiger Woods, engages in activity that is immoral, illegal, or otherwise not conducive to the behavior of a role model, then he absolutely owes the world a sincere apology and explanation. He owes his family an apology. He owes his sponsors an apology. He owes the media an apology and he owes fans of all ages an apology.
When an athlete, or any such figure rises to that level of superstardom, he is expected to carry himself and present himself like a superstar. Maybe it’s a little unfair, but that’s the price that should come with the fame and the paycheck. If you want to be a superstar, act like one on and off the course. If you want to be a scum, then walk away and do not act fraudulently for the sake of the sport or the fans.
The same holds true for any other illegal, immoral, or even questionable activity if you are serving as a role model for millions. Get with the program.