Catholic Generations

I was enjoying a lovely dinner at the home of my high school classmate Phil, his wife, Annmarie, and their college-age sons, Thomas and John. Things became really interesting when the conversation turned to the topic of growing up Catholic: think Latin Mass, all year meatless Fridays, Pagan Babies, and spiritual bouquets. The parents and I alternated between wistful nostalgia and howls of laughter. Their sons gave us blank stares.