All of the anecdotes I've read in this thread and in others make me real happy I was born, raised, and continue to live in New England. Yeah, we have your run-of-the mill Catholic angst all up and ins around here, but none of the fearing yourself, hallelujah house, bible thumping madness. At least, not in anything above a fringe capacity.
"I was thirsty for everything, but blood wasn't my style" - Live, "Voodoo Lady"