My grandmother, a staunch Southern Baptist, had marched me off to Sunday school and church regularly. So when I switched to the Episcopal church after marriage, she asked me: "What's wrong with the Baptist Church, son?"
"Well," I explained, "Carole and I flipped a coin to see if we would go to her church or mine, and I lost."
"Serves you right," said my grandmother. "Good Baptists don't gamble."
