EMPTY NICHES. One day–I think it was during the year I spent in New Haven after graduation–a Catholic friend and I were walking through campus when he pointed to one of the many pseudo-Gothic buildings. “Look there,” he said; I looked there and came up blank. What was to see that I hadn’t seen a thousand times before? “Look at the niches.” Oh. As soon as he said that, I realized what those strange recesses were–the large, lozenge-shaped nooks, with... Read more