A few days ago my nephew performed in Seattle as part of the University of Pennsylvania Glee Club’s international tour. I’ve always been so doggone proud of him for having come from the slums of Manila to graduating at an Ivy League university (and is applying for med school at Harvard, no less).
Anyway, after the performance, he and his boyfriend (also a UPenn alumnus) had dinner with me and my youngest son (who is the same age as my nephew). We were discussing his plans between now and med-school, and somehow I said how great it was that he’d graduated from Penn State, whereupon they both quickly corrected me that they’d graduated from UPenn, not their rival school Penn State. In order to make them feel better I said, “Oh, yeah, I forgot. Penn State’s the one that had the sex abuser for a football coach.”
Without skipping a beat, my nephew deadpanned morosely, “Yeah, but we had Donald Trump.”