I’ve asked around. It’s not really clear why a full-sized confessional booth was delivered to the Alibi this morning. The Lord works in mysterious ways. (Or it could have something to do with Devin D. O’Leary and his wacky burlesque shows. Though I should add that he says he’s never seen it before in his life.)It’s in the hallway. We may put it in front of our Downtown office and charge for use. We could also leave it on the sidewalk with a tape recorder inside and then write about what people say in there. (Oooh. That’s good. I smell a column.)That’s all I know.
That’s a plastic Joseph, BTW. We just keep those around.