"I pulled into the church parking lot a little after 6:00 p.m., at more or less the last possible minute. The previous half hour or so I'd spent dawdling in my car outside a Goodwill department store off Route 410, clinging to some inane sports talk show piping over my car radio -- anything to hold off my plunge into Religion. "But there was no turning back now. Besides, where would I go? Back to Washington? The whole purpose of that exercise had been to see exactly how little our national politicians gave shit about the People, a group of whom I presumably felt sympathy for. That shouldn't change now, despite the fact that I was currently feeling like I'd rather gouge my eyes out than go on to spend a long weekend in Hill Country praying to Jesus with my fellow man. I signed and pulled myself out of the car. . . . "