Got back last night. I had one interesting event in "the Holy City," as
they like to call themselves in Charleston.

My wife and I took a carriage tour through the central section of town,
and we ended up on Church Street, where the driver told us the story of
St. Philip's Church. It seems that the city and church were in a
conflict as to the plans for Church Street. The church wanted to build
an addition to the front, including a huge steeple and portico, but the
city wanted to widen the street, taking the same patch of ground the
church wanted to use.

In the end, the church won, forcing Church Street to curve around the
front end of the church. According to the driver, the pastor of the
church said that even if an awful lot of people in Charleston wouldn't
worship God, at least they would have to acknowledge his presence by
moving aside as they went down the street.

It seemed to me, however, that it was a shame that the church members
apparently never realized that all the passing people would really have
to acknowledge was that the church was run by a bunch of egotistical
assholes. {;-)