Reading Stephanie's great post on "the bump and grind relationship between mainstream Christianity and our mainstream U.S. culture-making-machine," I'm suddenly remembering that I had a dream last night in which I was being admitted to a hospital and was handed a form to fill out, which included a section to indicate one's religion. I remember checking off "Christian" and then filling in "Unitarian" in the blank next to the box, neither of which is really true, even if Robin and I were married by a Unitarian minister, who won my undying respect when he declared that our friend Zena's reading of Frank O'Hara's "Having a Coke with You" obviated any need he might have had to deliver a homily.