On a recent trip to visit my parents, Zack and I stopped by Jim's Steakhouse on 5th Avenue in Huntington, WV, for a quick lunch. Jim's is pretty quirky and a favorite of the locals. They have the best crushed ice ever, not too slushy, not too firm. After lunch, we decided to visit my mom at her office. She works at the Methodist church just a few blocks down from Jim's. 5th has more than its fair share of churches, and as we were driving down the street we drove right past the Presbyterian church. Zack asked why we weren't turning into the parking lot. (Zack and I are Presbyterian.) I said, "Your grandmother works for the Methodists." His response, "Do the Presbyterians know about that?"