Carol Schaal '91 M.A. | Apr. 5, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
I’d been a Roger Ebert groupie forever when the unimaginable happened — he and I ended up together, just the two of us, alone in an upstairs room.
What was to me a momentous occasion took place in LaPorte, Indiana, where I had gone to buy a Mother’s Day gift. As I browsed on the second floor of a small antique store, two men came up the stairs. After a brief conversation, one of them headed back downstairs while the other stayed behind.