Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

Disregard two obvious mistakes in the first few minutes (claiming that Archbishop Vigano was exorcized and not excommunicated and calling Dr. Mazza Edward and not Edmund).

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My daughter is on a college visit this week. Say a prayer for her, please. Fortunately, I came across a post from this day a few years ago that reminded me not only of how fast they grow up but of how much fun I’ve had raising them. Enjoy!

Today I got to interview a dog. Like, for real. I spent time shooting video of a veterans’ support group and decided to try something new when I saw the therapy dog walking around the room. He was a good boy. Of course. He sat in front of the camera. Sure his handler answered the questions but he was the subject and the star.

God is good to us. We only need to open our eyes sometimes to see it.

This is how I’ll always remember my dad.

And breathing. I remember him breathing.

Ease off. He would have appreciated that line.

Thanks, Daddy, for always giving me the greatest example of what a father does. You took care of us and you protected us. And you taught us the faith. I, your youngest son, still go to Mass EVERY DAY because of your example. And I pray for you there at the foot of Calvary.

Two years ago I posted the following:

Here we are, Father’s Day 2026. A perfect Sunday morning. Except I’m waking up at 2:30 AM to get to the airport to travel again. This time it is not only for work but also to bring my daughter on a week-long college visit. Happy Father’s Day to me! My kids already gave me their gift – a Mass card from the FSSP. And a recliner! Yes, I’m getting old and my sciatica is killing me lately. I still like to sit and watch TV with them every now and then so this was a most thoughtful gift. But to the original post; the Blessed Mother still to this day takes good care of me. I will be able to make it to a TLM. And praised be Jesus Christ for that!

I spent Saturday afternoon doing something I never imagined I’d do. Me – white boy from Jersey – DJ’ed a quinceañera in Texas. It was beautiful! My friend’s daughter just turned 15. The priest who said the Mass is being transferred to another FSSP parish before I return home next week and that makes me sad. Mind you, my focus has been on the fact that I am a blight on every picture taken at the Quincé. Pride. Vanity. Terrible things. Oh well.

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there (and to all my priests). Here’s my advice to you. Be present to your kids and to your flock. That’s the most important thing we ask.

Lord Jesus; have mercy on us!

Yes, I named the robins. The male is named Bob and the female is named Robin. 

Anyway, of the four eggs in the nest, three have hatched and the fourth appears ready to as of this morning. This is numbers five through eight for this happy couple.

Also, Bob or Robin (I can’t tell them apart) is either perched on my fence ready to attack me for taking pictures or just taking in a moment to celebrate proudly.