For
about a year, the guys at the gym just called him Joe. He lifted
weights in the early mornings wearing a skull-printed do-rag. He worked
out on the elliptical, wiping it down when he was done.
Then
one day Shaun Yeary, a salesman at a landscape supply company, asked
him in the locker room what he did for a living. “I used to be a
priest,” Joe recalled telling him. “And now,” he said, his voice growing
quieter so as not to scare anyone in earshot, “I’m the archbishop of
Indianapolis.”