Here's a story from the Heartland. It seems this kind of lunacy is getting more common, doesn't it seem that way to you?

I'm sort of thinking Chicago Shrug must have driven right by this place, on the way to Michigan's UP. I looked it up on a map, and it's on the way.

This is the stuff fiction is made of: characters like Father Donald Brick, lines like this:

"The man then told Brick: 'I am the devil.'"