This year marks the twentieth year I’ve lived in Fort Wayne, Indiana. If you’re wondering where in the world Fort Wayne is you and I were not that different. Once you get through Chicago it’s another three hours away on the other side of the state. My heart has always been firmly grounded in Minnesota but I’ve grown to love it here, it is my home. On the way to Fort Wayne from Chicago you pass an iconic institution known as Notre Dame. You likely won’t notice it because it’s off the beaten path but it’s there and it’s magnificent. I’m a gopher fan, don’t mistake it but my kids have grown up believing Notre Dame is something special. I tell you all of this because I am surrounded by Irish fans. Technically I’m surrounded by Cubs fans, Hoosiers, Boilermakers, Wolverines and some team named the Colts (I think they’re a rugby team) All I can say abou ...