This article first appeared in the St. Louis Beacon: When I met Fr. Hagan, it was 1991. He wasn’t teaching anymore. He still ran the rifle room and Rifle Club, and he still knew everyone’s name.
In the fall of 1991, I was a freshman at SLUH. I had come from a small parochial school on the city’s south side with a graduating class of 15. Upon finding myself in a class of 250, well, let’s just say it took some adjustment: That many guys in a class wasn’t quite intimidating; it was exciting, though it was way beyond comfortable.