  A Man with a Cross Can Really Stop Traffic   It was shortly
before 6 pm on Good Friday and I’m getting off the bus at
Washington and Lark in Albany, on my way to church. In my
periphery I see a rather unusual man. The bus driver honks at
me, and I go to ask him what was up. “Did you see that?!” “See
what?” “A man with a cross!” “Oh, yeah, ” I replied
nonchalantly. The man with the cross considerably longer than
himself goes across the street to walk down Lark and I get a
pretty good look at him: white male with long gray hair that was
receding, wearing some type of tunic, with black short pants
underneath, and of course, sandals. The people nearby responded
to him with a combination of Palm Sunday-like support, and
Maundy Thursday/Good Friday-type derision. I stopped for a
sandwich, and I figured he’d be long gone down Lark Street. To
my surprise, he was conversing with folks halfway between State
and Lancaster. A police car and another car were stopped in the
street nearby. Turns out I know the passenger i