Yesterday my wife and I were driving around town when we saw a guy dragging large cross along the sidewalk of one of the town’s main roads. He had it over his shoulder, Jesus-like, and although he was a big man it looked heavy and weighed him down. We drove around for about half an hour or so and happened to see him again. He had taken a turn down a cross road and was now struggling up a hill. I was going to stop and explain to him that when Jesus marched to Golgotha, he would not have been carrying the whole cross. Prisoners only carried the cross bar; the upright piece was set permanently at the execution site and was reused for multiple executions. However, I don’t usually like talking to crazy people and anyways didn’t want to ruin his religious experience. Now ordinarily it might expected that such a spectacle would attract a bit of attention. But everybody went about their business, completely ignoring him. I guess they don’t call Alabama the buckle of the Bible Belt for nothing.