We’ve been members of our lovely, quite orthodox parish for less than two years. It’s a big parish and we have a long way to go before we know many of the people in the pews by name.
Occasionally, someone will ask us where we’re from. I’ll say, "Ohio." And so far, almost invariably, the follow-up question is:
Oh! Did you meet at Steubenville?
It makes me laugh. I love it. I love that when we say Ohio our fellow-parishioners think Steubenville. They’re thinking, of course, of the Franciscan University of Steubenville, which has many things to recommend it, but not, sadly, an engineering program.
Steubenville is well-known for being a cradle of faith. Probably one of the top Catholic colleges in the country, when it comes to that specific aspect. A quick peek at the Campus Life section of their website will show that.
I haven’t, yet, answered No, actually, he lived three doors down in the co-ed dorm at Ohio State. The first time he spoke to me, he was offering me a shot of tequila at eleven o’clock in the morning.
Maybe one of these days I will, if I’m feeling ornery.
UPDATE: Jen Ambrose just about offers me money to try. Amy weighs in, in her comments: "Actually, the truth sounds very Catholic to me."
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