Rick Becker | August 23, 2016
Eight a.m. sharp last Friday morning, and I’m standing in the D-2 parking lot near the Stepan Center. It’s a bit overcast but thankfully no rain vibes in the air . . . yet. I’ve got my yellow-gold “Proud to be ND” t-shirt and a fistful of Welcome Weekend booklets.
An out-of-state SUV rolls up to the head of the Flaherty Hall line, and I head over to the driver’s side window for my first encounter of the day. “Welcome to Notre Dame,” I exclaim once the dad rolls his window down. Then, reaching out to pump his hand, I follow up with a hearty “Congratulations!”