I’ve been drinking a lot of grape juice lately. Every once in a while when I’m draining the last few drops from the glass, I have a growing-up-Baptist Lord’s Supper flashback. I wonder which came first for my spiritual forefathers — cheapness or the belief that the Devil lives in a bottle. Whichever it was must explain why we grew up drinking 1/4-ounce cups of Welch’s while my Catholic and Episcopalian friends were taking that “wine” thing in the Bible at face value. Either way, I’m thinking about buying a box of those little plastic cups to drink my grape juice from.