I grew up a fundie Southern Baptist but was athiest by around 2000. In 2009 I did an internship with a group that brought up a bunch of Puertoriqueños, who were every one of them truly delightful folks. But I drove across the country in my truck so I’d have transportation, whereas they all flew up from the island, so when one of them wanted to go to church, I ended up driving her, and she wanted me to come hang out in the service, soooooo… sure. How bad could it be?

…It took all I could muster not to leave in the middle. Brought back too many memories. I was glad she didn’t want to go back, because I would have gladly dropped her off, but no way I could handle going in and doing it again. heh