Good Friday commute

Didn't really have much problem driving into the city on the holiday. The weirdest thing of note was the guy walking the pedestrian bridge with an eight-foot cross over his shoulder. The cross sure looked like it had a wood finish, but it wasn't slowing the guy down at all so it had to be a cheap veneer or cardboard mockup. A real wood cross that size would've been ninety pounds, easily.

The other part that wasn't working for me was the orange reflective vest the guy was wearing. It made him look like a member of the Jerusalem Public Works Department instead of the savior. "Pilate expects these crosses to be delivered by the end of the flogging hour, so let's hop to it!" Pontius wasn't known to be solicitous concerning public employee union break schedules.

On a similar note, I remember five years ago receiving a postcard from a local church inviting the recipient to Easter services. The picture side of the postcard was a zoom view of a crucifixion re-creation, as seen from behind the cross. What really blew the image for me were the lag bolts, metal washers and butterfly nuts holding the crossbeam to the wood post. That's like having John Wilkes Booth whip out a phaser to shoot Lincoln -- it kinda' takes you out of the moment.

Speaking of which, the Lincoln assassination was also on April 14th, which in 1865 happened to be Good Friday as well.