I had sex with George Clooney. Not many people know this—or, I should say, not enough people know this—but not because I don’t broadcast it. I do. George Clooney, by the way, may disagree with me. But I have witnesses.
The embankment feels like a ninety-degree incline, but the minister strides purposefully up it as if hiking a switchback trail—"the trick is to take it sideways," he says—toward the abutment of the I-75 overpass.