I was raised in a small farming community in the Texas Panhandle during the 1950s. At the age of 17, I had seen Paris, Texas, and had read about Paris, France, but I had never heard of Friedrich Nietzsche.
Ours was a devout, church-going, King James Bible Southern Baptist home, and I followed the course that good Baptist children were expected to follow. But I had a curious mind, and during my senior year in high school I began reading about Darwin, Freud, French poets, and segregation in the South.
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