How Ozzy Osbourne Made me a Better Catholic
I am a proud, very proud, lifelong Iowan and I appreciate all the charming little facts that make this state so great — the historical roots of the cities, geography of all ninety-nine counties, the locations of the best cafes and diners throughout the state, political landscapes, famous landmarks, and major employers. Don’t mess with Texas? Shoot, don’t mess with me. So how in the world didn’t I know that Ozzy bit the head off that poor bat here in Des Moines? As I thought about how this piece of trivia has been right under my unsuspecting nose for the last thirty-one years, I also started to think about my faith practices.