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Carolyn Staley, who lived next door to the Clintons when she and Bill were in high school, says that as a preacher's kid, she never even knew about the town's reputation as sin city. Did the Clintons know? I ask her. "Oh, yes, they were more sophisticated, more worldly-wise." Clinton's mother liked the gambling, and his stepfather, who was still drinking, flew into rages when he was not sure where she had been. In a deposition for divorce proceedings, the mother feared for her son's safety: "He has continually tried to do bodily harm...
...families of even modest means to have a black maid -- Virginia had one when she was growing up, and Billy had Odessa while he was at his grandfather's house. In Hot Springs the maid was white, and very religious -- she hoped Billy would grow up to be a preacher...
While others fancied him as a preacher, Billy was determined to be a musician. He attended band camp every summer in the Ozarks, won first place in the state band's saxophone section, and played in jazz combos. Musicians were always coming and going at the Hot Springs clubs, and the first blacks Clinton respected were jazz artists he heard and tried to emulate. Despite the joshing he takes now over his sporadic bouts with the saxophone, his band director, Virgil Spurlin, says he was very talented and dogged in his practice: "He could sight-read with the best...
Schools were cheaper in the old days. In 1639 a Puritan preacher gave half his estate and $400 worth of books to a nameless nine-student school; the place was named for the donor: John Harvard...
With his kitchen-knife physique, sour face and a hairdo resembling a road-kill toupee, Lyle Lovett looks like a serial killer in Southern Baptist preacher's garb. That must be what inspired Robert Altman to cast the singer as a spooky detective in The Player. Anatomy is destiny in modern show biz, so it doesn't hurt Lovett that he looks like his songs. He could be a death-row denizen musing about the ends of life and love...