Dad was a catholick who never went to church. Mom was some kind of protestant... I never asked and she never mentioned it. Dad was delighted when he could get my older brother to drive us both to church so he didn't have to do it.
When I was 13 my brother joined the navy and dad asked me if I wanted to go to church or sleep in on Sunday. I chose sleep. He looked relieved.
You can tell they were real serious about that bullshit.
When I was 13 my brother joined the navy and dad asked me if I wanted to go to church or sleep in on Sunday. I chose sleep. He looked relieved.
You can tell they were real serious about that bullshit.