“Psycho” in the Cathedral, Part One
A Note from Steve: Hello, all. This post started off as a simple account of a concert I attended a few years back at the National Cathedral in Washington, DC, but it kept growing and growing until it threatened to overwhelm me and started thinking it was in charge! In fact, one night I awoke around 3 AM, and it was standing over my bed, its i ’ s in bold and its italic hands around my throat. “ What do you think you ’ re doing !? ” I cried. “ Oh, uh, nothing, nothing! ” it replied, rapidly pulling its hands away as they returned to normal font. “ Have a good night! ” And it slouched out of the room in its Times New Roman size 11 shoes. Chagrined, I realized I was going to have to act promptly and brutally to re-establish my authority. So the next morning while it was sitting cross-legged on the floor eating all the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms box and watching Bluey , I snuck up behind it, my red editor ’ s pencil poised, and chopped it into three hum...