I can't stand it any more. I was mulling over the latest interview, waiting for my head to explode, when I remembered a story. There was Jesus hanging on the cross. No, not the Jesus that mows your lawn, the other one, the one whose name you use when you hit your thumb with a hammer. Well, he's hanging on the cross calling for Peter. Peter's yelling back and hurrying his way to the cross. "Peter," Jesus calls again. "I'm here, I'm here" Peter calls back. "Peter," Jesus cries, "I can see your house from here!"