In Depression-era Gainesville, Georgia, little E. J. "Gene" Reynolds pretended to be a preacher. At 3 and 4 years old, he "preached" on the porch steps for the amusement of his grandpa and the neighbors. When he was 8, 9, and 10-his third grade years-he sometimes skipped school and wandered through the woods preaching to the trees. When he was 10 years old, Gene decided on my name: his first son would be Randall because he had heard it somewhere...