TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION
What novelist would dare dream up a plot in which a Southern television evangelist is caught up in a tryst in a motel with a church secretary - from Babylon, N.Y.? And is so ruined that he now has to sell all of his worldly possessions at auction, including his air-conditioned doghouse! Isn't that kind of pushing things a little bit too far?
Whereupon he is now termed - and this is the actual phrase - "a decadent pompadour boy" by a second television evangelist, who we soon learn has been combing his own rather well-teased blond hair forward and wearing headbands to disguise himself when he goes into Florida waterbed motels with combat-zone prostitutes - I mean, really!
