Good Friday by Charles Rice Goff III As I celebrated the anniversary of the crucifixion, the construction workers were pounding in their nails downstairs. I could taste a bit of Christ's blood as every 6:30 AM nail was hammered into my eardrums. On Easter Sabbath the do-unto-you brothers rested, thank the Lord. On Monday the devils returned with buzzsaws from Hell. The Deity of Progress offered no mercy.