I glanced at the top stories on my dead-tree New York Times this a.m. and immediately thought of Hubert.
Back in the mid-1960s, Hubert the Preacher would stand on the steps near the entrance to U.C. Berkeley leading to Sather Gate and berate the unrepentant students as we trudged to our morning classes. Preacher Hubert was red: he had flaming red hair to match his red, freckled face. His booming voice and intensity sometimes seemed about ready to burst the veins in his neck and face.
“Repent your sins.”