Monday, November 02, 2026

Notes from my Knapsack 11-12-2026

Notes from my Knapsack 11-12-2026
Jeff Gill

The architecture of politics and the drama of character
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One of the hazards of writing a column with a long lead time is that events can not only catch up with you, they can run laps around you.

I had done a couple of pieces in a non-specific way during the recent (and intense) political season which, to be honest, were meant to show my biases and interests without getting blatantly political myself. I was talking about the Colonial Revival and Greek Revival roots of the modern Oval Office as it was created by William Howard Taft and Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and why over-decorating isn’t just a matter of taste or fashion preferences. Baroque is a choice, and it comes with certain implications about hierarchy and authority.

But as I was wending my way to a point, or so I hoped, the entire field of discussion was co-opted by The Cheesecake Factory.

Now, the social media team for that fine institution, whose outlet in Easton I have celebrated more than a few family birthdays in, has to have had an interesting few weeks. How to capitalize on the attention, without running the risk of alienating potential customers? As Michael Jordan famously said when asked to do political endorsements for a friend of a friend, and after saying “no,” added “Republicans buy sneakers, too.”

Indeed they do.

If you had asked me before this all blew up what description I’d put on the decor philosophy of The Cheesecake Factory, I’d be hard pressed to answer. It’s eclectic at best, chaotic from certain angles, and a mash-up of Egyptian capitals and Atlantean figures with strange sconces and unusual ceiling features. Baroque style implies some kind of prevailing design principle, if repeated to excess, but from menu pages to crown moldings the restaurant challenges any one description.

As the initial statement had it from Barack Obama, “what’s with all the gold?” And he made some hay out of the fact that the retorts from fans of the current Oval Office occupant all focused on the chain eatery comparison, and not the first half of his jape: “it’s like Saddam Hussein opened a…” Et cetera.

Saddam Hussein famously had a gold toilet; while many have claimed or just assumed Donald Trump had one in his “penthouse” at Trump Tower (whose lobby and escalator, which I’ve seen in person, has plenteous gold ornamentation), there is literally zero evidence he has one. But you can’t debate the amount of gold ornament added to the Oval Office. Each filming of a new visitor to that location in the West Wing, every press availability, seems to show more gold “stuff” glued and attached and painted on than before, to where you wonder how this all concludes.

And there’s some hint that presidential staffers have been inquiring about applying historic structure status to the Oval Office as it is — remarkably, like many D.C. places you’d assume had it, there are no historic preservation restrictions on the entire White House complex. The goal seems to be to prevent a future occupant from applying a putty knife and a new coat of paint to the formerly austere interior, let alone on the colonnade walkway and Rose Garden, locking in the current appearance for years to come.

Does it matter? I think it does. As a village with an investment in Greek Revival architecture, I think at the very least it’s worth discussion.


Jeff Gill is a writer, storyteller, and preacher in central Ohio; he’s not a big fan of the Baroque, unless it’s Bach. Tell him how style communicates character to you at knapsack77@gmail.com, or follow @Knapsack on X.

Faith Works 11-6-2026

Faith Works 11-6-2026
Jeff Gill

So now what? Thoughts post-election day
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By the time you see these words, we may have most of the state and national election results figured out. We may not, entirely, either. One thing is for sure: the television ads will have ended.

I can report, with my frequent trips to Indianapolis, that watching long sequences of negative political ads about people you know nearly nothing about is almost as exhausting as having them go by when you know at least something of the figures in dispute.

My own personal history in this county, and around our part of the state, has given me what’s actually quite a privilege: I have met quite a few political leaders, talked to many of them, and have closer friends who know them even better. So our growing trend to deeply personal attacks lands painfully, at times, in the overall flow of broadcast advertising.

Yet my regular ventures into an adjoining state, and a recent week and a half in a state two time zones away, have shown me the negativity itself is what’s wearing. I label it and internalize it a little differently when the people are known to me, but the grey cloud over my head or the tight green knot in my stomach is about the same when the names and faces are complete and utter strangers.

Which is why, aside from the fact that this is a column intended as part of the faith coverage of the news, I just am not a candidate endorser in general. My editors would no doubt flag it if I tried to name names in this space, pro or con, but I’m really not tempted. If you know me more personally, you know I have political feelings and civic thoughts, and I post those elsewhere, but even at that I’m not as highly partisan as some might think I should be.

At heart, I’m a pastor. And I don’t think anyone’s present felicity or future hopes is really served in any meaningful sense by having the right political affiliations. I can imagine exceptions to this (no Godwin’s Law violations will be seen here this week), but in general, politics aren’t life. They’re a part of living, and sometimes even quite important, but I don’t see one’s specific vote for this candidate or that, as something you need to hear about from me.

What we all need, I believe, whatever your particular faith orientation, is a cleansing break with negativity. Too much of that is bad for the mind, the spirit, and I’d even say for the soul. Those who don’t believe human creatures have immortal elements to their being, a soul as usually defined, may read on elsewhere, but I’m thinking of you, too.

Obviously, sunny optimism is not a rational perspective in all things at any time. Ask a Ukrainian about that right now. I’m not pushing the agenda of Doctor Pangloss (look it up!) or of Pollyanna (book or Disney version). But I am certain as a Christian believer, minister of the gospel, and man of faith, that to be always looking for the worst in anyone is going to put a kink in your psyche that will create backups for your soul’s digestive system.

Can you find something awful in almost anyone if you peer closely enough at their life story? Again, I’m a minister of many decades standing. Of course you can. It takes work sometimes to find the bright spots, but they’re there. In almost anyone.

My post-election commendation to one and all is to put some effort into brightening your outlook, in seeking out the positive, in sharing some good news with another person where you can. This is what we need, all of us.

I salute the bumper sticker I saw the other day in this spirit: “I hope something good happens to you today.” That’s the attitude we can all be blessed by.


Jeff Gill is a writer, storyteller, and preacher in central Ohio; he’s ready to watch some Christmas movies, truth be told. Tell him how you brighten up at knapsack77@gmail.com, or follow @Knapsack on X.