Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

Per one of the comments, “It’s become acceptable to just abuse Traditional Catholics.”

Want to hear the laundry list of grotesque things I’ve seen at Novus Ordo? Bitch, I’m not your cradle Trad. I spent 40 years in the modernist rite blissfully unaware that it was a shadow (penumbra at best) of the Catholic faith. I could tell you some stories. Then again, none of them would make you recoil in horror like whatever supposed outrages you witnessed. What? Did a woman cover her head? Did a child kneel to receive Our Lord? As we say in Jersey, “Knock it off with this bullshit already. I got more important fish to fry.”

Always worth a listen…

I just returned from a family wedding and, as expected, discovered that the third clutch of robins have fledged.

I have a feeling there will be more…

I attended a wedding at my alma mater today. After the sacrament was over, I waited outside the chapel for my wife. I strolled over to a familiar building. The building had a bell tower in front and the bells were ringing like it was their job.

I said a prayer for the three boys for whom those bells were dedicated. Their names were Frank, John, and Aaron. They died in a tragic fire mere feet from this bell tower in January of 2000. I was a resident student at the time.

Please pray for the repose of their souls.

Good friend Andrew Dunn dropped this pic to me today.

It’s a good reminder to bring her your impossible intentions.

This picture comes from the church of St. Agnes and St. John Nepomucene in Philly.

Flying to the Fatherland with the kids in a few hours.

Or am I?…

Look at all the planes huddled together at the three big airports. Even Teterboro!

There are several storms with rotation in them and an active tornado warning for much of the area.

And they chose me for living in Texas…