I have been doing assignments for the worldwide tourism, hospitality, and real estate industries Download Socialmediaturkey Download Realestateproposal. When the global recovery picks up momentum, there's plenty of pent-up demand there. That means money.
Here back in the U.S. A., I am floating a plan past venture capitalists for nostalgia tours for the Good Catholic Girls we were. Believe, we all were that, no matter how defiant or questioning we convinced ourselves we were. The one exception I can recall was my short-staying freshman roommate at all-women's Catholic college Seton Hill, Greensburg, PA. An upperclass at the all-men's Catholic college St. Vincent's, Latrobe, PA ranted that she gave him an STD. Before I had even taken my biology midterm, there was a missing bed in the room.
There was plenty of value in being a Good Girl. I was one and vividly recount that in my just-published novel. Many of us would pay to recapture that sense of certainty about values. Our mission was clear: Becoming fine wives and mothers.
The first pilgrimage a la Chaucer [there's bound to be a Wife of Bath kind along] would be to that little town of Greensburg, PA., headquarters for Seton Hill, currently a coed university with a football team.
The bus leaves @ 10 AM sharp, from a hotel near the airport. Each room will have icons representing Catholicism. Actually, I'm toying with the idea of buying the hotel and converting it to a shrine to Good Catholic Girl Past.
The first stop will be at Blessed Sacrament Cathedral in downtown Greensburg. It was a mixed deal. Some of us Good Girls dreamed about being married there. Others in the chapel at Seton Hill. Of course, one of the chaplains at the college was going to perform the ceremony. I never married, not even once. My chaplain of choice left the priesthood.
Next will, if we cough up the bucks we can probably get permission, be the Dead Nuns Graveyard on the Seton Hill campus. It was hammered into us how much those women sacrificed to educate the next gens of wives and mothers. Actually, it didn't occur to me for years that by shouldering that sacrifice they escaped the fate of diapers and husbands who might take to drink. There will be a picnic lunch.
Then we will stop at every bar downtown that Good Girls used and abused. Research is needed since I assume classy joints like Baldy's are gone. We will get sloshed and reflect how no one told us how hard life was to prove to be.
That's more than enough for one day. The next will be auditing courses at both Catholic institutions in religion, philosophy, and other subjects which didn't help us get our first jobs. Blogging, tweeting, podcasting, YouTubing, we will record our impressions of Catholic education in America, now and back years ago.
Day three will be devoted to a seasonal workout such as skiing, hill climbing [the area is totally vertical], or the challenge, which my classmates took, of walking all the way to Pittsburgh. Following that, it's back to the hotel for reflection on how who we were then shaped who we are now. Hunch: W/o that Catholic conditioning, our lives would have been so very normal. Normal doesn't help us earn a living in this Black Swan economy.
The tours will expand to the Vatican, Fatima, and Bethlehem in the Middle East. The Dorothea Lange types among us will give the world an eyeful, through our eyes. They will all be scheduled around major Church holidays.




