Spiritual preferences are like appetites – personal and varied

CECILIA, La. — I was about to eat a turtle at a new friend’s house, but first up on the menu were fried shrimp and fried catfish hors d’oeuvres, the kind of fare you’d dream about if you were marooned on Mars or some other alien place where they don’t fry seafood.

We were sitting around eating finger food and licking those fingers when a guest told a hurricane story.