I am a mustachioed bas-relief sculpture wearing some sort of bivalve as a hat. I used to spend my days (and nights) glowering at the n’er-do-wells who shuffled, handcuffed, into Fremont, Ohio’s jail. But the jail closed long ago, so I now glower at n'er-do-wells of a very different sort — the bureaucrats.   Just kidding.   I am, in fact, a newly minted Hillsdale graduate with hopes of becoming an architectural historian. (Post)modernity is my foe; the archaic, my muse… [more]