The Wisconsin Poet speaks.

The reading of the little book continues over at Catholic Radio International. Now with biographical background on the man behind the microphone! The Powers That Be interviewed Friend-of-Godsbody JOB, and here’s what they found:

Tell us a little about yourself – where did you go to school and what are your degrees?

Hailing originally from New Jersey, I traveled cross country to attend Thomas Aquinas College in California: there I found truth, Christ, and the Truth of Christ. I finished up my schooling at the University of Dallas where I graduated with a BA and MA in English Literature.

Full disclosure is needed here – you have close ties both to CRI and to the book that you’re reading – can you tell us about those.

CRI’s founders, Tom and Jeff, were also my colleagues at the Diocese of La Crosse when all of us worked there. In fact, Tom was also my boss, my editor, and the guy who took a chance on this two-bit poet, the first to turn him into a half-respectable journalist (if such is not a contradiction in terms).

As for Swimming with Scapulars, my ties to the author Matthew Lickona go even deeper. Some time ago I wrote a book review for Swimming in which I think I put it best. What I said was:

“I count Matthew Lickona as one of my closest friends. I appear several times in the book – the friend ‘Joseph’ who introduces Matthew to both the scapular and Wild Turkey Bourbon (101 Proof), as a fellow Catholic storming heaven or as an accomplice storming hell in youthful folly.

…Despite my own investments in these pages, I offer this review if only to underscore the real importance of the book. Swimming shows the face of a vigorous Catholicism (like Christ, ever-ancient yet ever-new) from the first generation to mature in faith entirely in the shadow of the Second Vatican Council. It also shows the plausibility of maintaining the faith amid the murkiness of the modern world.

Indeed, Swimming should not only draw young Catholics to the pool’s edge, but it should entice them to jump head- and heart-first into the deep end.”

Besides the fact that you know and admire Matthew Lickona, how important, in your opinion, is his book Swimming With Scapulars?

Picking up the thread from what I said above, I think there are young Catholics out there (and honestly, I don’t think there are as many as there should be) who are scratching their heads and wondering if they’re like ham radio operators after a nuclear holocaust: am I the only one out here? I think a number of these young Catholics picked up Matthew’s book and, with an ability reminiscent of his (and my) literary hero Walker Percy, Matthew shows the young face of the faith to these people by pointing out those matters of the faith (and existence) which we all think about but few actually put into words. I can’t help but think a number of these young Catholics responded – and responded well to his fix on the faith.

You have what many would consider a unique living arrangement; you are one of three families that live on a farm in rural Wisconsin. Tell us about life on the farm.

I’d like to take more conscious credit of the situation I’m in right now: I live on a rural homestead (without garden or livestock of my own at the moment, so I can’t really say it’s a farm of any sort) in southwest Wisconsin. I had no Thoreau-ian or Chesterbellocian desire to “Flee to the Fields” and begin a life devoted to distributist principles. My wife and I were living in a bad section of Dallas and decided we wanted to have a lot of kids (we have seven and counting). My father-in-law’s parents had lived on a farmstead adjacent to his own but had recently moved back to the city. The house and property were deeded to my father-in-law, Barney, after their death and he in turn handed it over to my wife and I. We live on it now with our seven children, and in community with my father-in-law, my brother-in-law, and sister-in-law with her husband and four children.
It’s not peachy keen by any means, but it is a way to sidestep, for our children’s sake, much of the “yuck” of modern culture. We don’t live a bunker mentality as many of our friends are secular, some non-believing. We have regular jobs which force us to confront the “yuck” of the modern world, yet we have greater control of how much gets filtered to our children, who are by all means Homeschool Normal.

There are great advantages to living in community with like-minded Catholics, though. Dinner conversation varies from the fate of the Green Bay Packers to the implications of the latest papal encyclical. We’ve all been more or less classically, or at least liberally, educated. There’s also a great satisfaction in being able to pray together in an expanded setting.
In fact, plans are being drawn up to include Christ Himself in a visible literal way in our community, as within the next three years we hope to have a chapel built on the property. We have many priests as friends and look forward to letting them use our property as a place of retreat. But that’s all in the future, of course.

Comments

  1. Nice to fill in some gaps in my behind the scenes SWS knowledge!

    I agree wholeheartedly about the book reaching out to young Catholics. It certainly worked for me and my (now) husband.

    Keep up the good work!

    Emily x

  2. The Wisconsin Poet forgot to mention his glory days as neighborhood QB, outfitted in his Phil Simms jersey.

    JOB, thought of your dad on Sunday night. He must have been thrilled. I hope you haven’t abandoned the Giants. I’m worried by the reference to the Packers in the bio. I assume there’s so much Packer talk because your in-laws are natives and like to talk about the home team.

    — ML

  3. AnotherCoward says

    I had never made the connection between JOB and Joseph. I’m not sure if that makes JOB more known to me or more enigmatic.

  4. Kid,

    No, no worries. Between my dad’s indoctrination through violent protestation (“I fall on the Joe Pisarcik of life, I bleed…”) and your dad’s inculcation per Heinekins, Cheese Nips, Ruffles, and Smart Ass Comments, there’s no way I’ll ever look anywhere else for 3 hours of pure nerve racking … um, fun.

    Yes, I too thought of my dad, several times that night… and throughout the season. I am so glad mom is an RN: the man’s probably suffered a thousand deaths if one at the hands of his beloved Giants.

    But, to put your fears at rest, I had my #89 Mark Bavaro jersey on and was routing – although I never expected them to really stay in contention. I think the Packers did themselves in more than the Giants… As Canisius said at the end of the game, “Well, looks like your Giants get to be Tom Brady’s b[scratch].).

    AC:

    The door is always open here at Johnsonville. Any time you’re passing through, c’mon by. Better in the summer; we usually have a keg in the kegorator and plenty of fresh cut meats and vegetables. Right now, after the cow got to the last of the kale (it keeps in a deep snow) we’re all beginning to show signs of scurvy – thank God cows don’t like vodka (also keeps well in deep snow).

    JOB

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