I was reared in the town of Marthaville, Louisiana, whose metropolitan population consisted of 250 souls. The fact that I was the great-great grandson of the town's founder and his wife Martha, however, did nothing for my financial situation or my social status.
Most folks in Marthaville considered me the kid who would never get into much trouble and who would spend the rest of my life pastoring southern fundamentalist churches. My two acts of rebillion were majoring in theater--that took care of the first assumption--and becoming an Episcopalian--that took care of the sec more...
