My ancestors got kicked out of France 400 years ago, for being the wrong kind of Christians. I found a French history text once, published for French children, that explained that it was a good thing that this strange minority was banished from the country, and everyone went to mass.
For reasons I have never been able to fathom, I like Pittsburgh. I don't want to be forced from my home for being a mainline Protestant.

This will be the 20th year that I will share a booth at Pensic with Karen the witch and Mike the Southern Baptist. We're friends. Mike and his wife are two of the best people on earth. We don't, often, discuss our beliefs. Mike teaches science. It can't be easy for him to be a Southern Baptist, but he manages somehow.
Last year Julie, the Roman Catholic joined our crew, and she fits in just fine. We can all agree to disagree.
Oh! I get just about every gay in the place, at my table. Mike has never said a word. He's always amused when I say "Darn!" about a good looking gay man.