The Michigan Catholic
October 30, 2014
On October 22 I celebrated St. John Paul II’s feast day with my radio listeners. The liberation of Eastern Europe came up and I was back in 1989-91. I hadn’t thought I would outlive communism and the Cold War. To friends I’d joke that Sally and I named our first two children Alexis (1981) and Nicholas (1984) just in case the Russians took over. “See, comrades, both our first-borns have Russian names.” It always got just a few laughs. But, lo and behold — ding, dong, Soviet style communism was dead just like the wicked old witch.
Back in 1989, however, my listeners were ho-hum about the faith bubbling Continue Reading