The Catholic church is gathering it's flock across the street from me right now, as the SUVs, pink-shirted dads and flower-patterned dresses of the soon to be brain-washed daughters make their way towards the tax-free home of the black-robed smiling man...
They're doing the same here, two doors down, and the baptists are right across the street. In about 45 min. it will be a race to get the best tables for brunch... may the correct denomination win! The priest lives right next door. The last priest was a decent guy, but he died of cancer a couple of years ago. The new guy is a little weird.
They have a lot to be thankful for, apparently...