Growing up I heard a variety of stories about the Roman Catholic Church. My entire family is Roman Catholic, yet my parents never took me very much, and hardly attended themselves. As a result, most of my perceptions were from other's stories. I had an uncle who would tell me about attending parochial school, how he was taught by the nuns, and whenever they would get out of line one of the sisters would throw a piece of chalk at them. Laughing, he described how this nun could hit you between the eyes with a piece of chalk from across the room. Years later I had a co-worker who shared stories about being an altar boy. He and his friends would fight with each other over who would ring the bells when the priest was saying mass. These fights often took place during the service, and this priest had a technique of kneeling down reverently so he could kick them without being seen. He didn't kick them hard, but enough to get their attention so the...