The next door down a man and a woman—the man is wearing a large cape. The canal has opened to a lake. A large, masted ship is burning in the water; a sign that says "Jack London Square" with the same ship over the entrance arch.

There is a church in the square with a plain facade and a line of people going in. I start to sneak in and twice hesitate. The third try, I walk right in. I enter the sanctuary, holding a painted Chinese porcelain vase with a handle on top. The bottom falls out and four parts come out. The smallest part breaks off one large chip. More people sit down and the service begins.

The associate pastor is a woman with low cut blue dress. She leans over and shows me her cleavage. She looks too sexy to be behind the pulpit.