Vegas for the Catholic

My son lives in the monastery. It’s a house near the Ann Arbor campus that is known for housing devout Catholic UM students. Saint wannabes but not total nerds. God first, studies second, drinking third.

At semester’s end, they’re bound for that neon-lit Gomorrah, Las Vegas . . . flying into McCarran (“Reid” be damned), a mere quarter-hour from the Stri…