Every church building I pass seems to turn into a time portal, of sorts. I am transported back to Miss Espenshade's fifth grade English class. Whoa. Not an entirely pleasant trip. A crystal clear image rises in my memory of drill exercises on the difference between nouns and verbs. Nouns are objects. Verbs are action words. Nouns are objects. Verbs are action words. Ahhh. O.K. Miss Espenshade, I get it!
As the church blurs by me on the right, I think: the Church. It's a noun. An object. Not an action word. Church, an action word? Umm. Miss Espenshade, I have a question.