Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

When my son was a little boy, I taught him about the value of suffering. I made sure he was good and immersed.

I made him a Mets fan.

And tonight, the Amazins did not disappoint.

After a mid-season 12 game losing streak, the somehow battled back to come within a few games of the postseason.

And tonight, they were officially eliminated.

Oh well, there’s always next year.

One good thing about this season, though, was that I got this to happen while my boy and I attended one of their few wins for his 18th birthday.

Also, I got to meet Mr. Met so there’s that.

Ecce, Lingum Crucis!

Just landed back home hopefully for a while. Came across an old post and thought it was still timely. Take a look.

It was never free…

This morning finds me back home in what is still the greatest city on earth. Though others have forgotten; I will never forget the bravery of our firemen. The ran in when others were running out.

“Greater love hath no man than that he lays down his life for a friend.”

Unlike Blake Neff, I remember where I was and what I was doing. And for the record, it still looks like what I thought it looked like last year.

This came across my desk today.

Please pray and consider giving. Also, please share the link with anyone who might be able to assist.

https://www.givesendgo.com/support-lukes-formation-with-the-fssp

Consider all she suffered with Him for you.

This ought to be a joyous festival day for all Catholics.

In other news, my travels brought me to within a couple of blocks of this…

Gross. Apparently it’s a Masonic Memorial to George Washington.