Ask around the street and you’ll confirm what I’m about to reveal about myself: I am nothing, if not a traditionalist. I love traditions. Maybe that’s why I cheer on the Irish of Notre Dame year-in-and-year-out, no matter the odds – holding onto the glory days of decades past.
It’s also why I love family. Families, to me, are traditions – both the good and the bad. It’s what I’m used to, growing up the fifth of five kids.