I‘m going to tell you that I’m in Wichita for the express purpose of attending my 10-year high school reunion. And you’re not going to believe me.
I may have a screw loose.
This is the whole enchilada; tailgating at the Bishop Carroll homecoming football game against our crosstown rivals Kapaun Mt. Carmel, a campus tour of buildings unfamiliar, and a swanky formal at a downtown art gallery to cap the weekend off.
Never in a million years would you have caught me even considering this idea. But I’m unable to find any downsides.
Mrs. Brenner!
Hey Adam, you are awake. More than can be said for the kid in the background.
Uniforms, eh? We had to wear ties, shirts, slacks, belts and leather or leather-like shoes. Everyday. Getting caught out of dress code earn you a couple of Hail Mary’s, an Our Father or two and maybe a Glory Be. Catholic school, man.