from The First American Pope: The Church for Those Who Hate Religion

The next Sunday evening, Benny Good found himself creeping along a Southern California freeway in Dennis Bright’s Infiniti, dressed in a new suit and tie and looking for the exit leading to the church of his choice.

Benny’s schedule for his three-week all-expenses-paid vacation had called for five days at Santa Anita cheering the horses of his choice, one week in Reno mending fences while enjoying the best of what that city has to offer, and of course one week coming and going. This left a full weekend to check out one or two religions and to browse around a used bookstore seeking information about several of the others.