If love of history is a vice, then the past couple of days have been hardcore porn for me.
Inclement weather brought on icy roads this past Sunday night, so I decided to stay over at my girlfriend’s house and leave early the next morning. I was already awake up in the guest room when the news broke that Pope Benedict XVI had announced he would be resigning at the end of the month. It was shocking enough to send me racing downstairs to knock on Kristen’s bedroom door to tell her about it.
I’m kinda glad for the early-morning insomnia: Lord only knows what would have happened if I was halfway asleep and heard something like that. Probably have broken my neck trying to tumble out of bed…
This sort of thing is absolutely fascinating to me. It has been very nearly 600 years since the last time ...


