One particularly windy day in early 1968, Employed outside my coastal home with during the. Hurling my seven-year-old body against a wall of cold air, I spread my arms and bellowed in my best baritone, "Behold His mighty palms!" I was immitating Heston's Moses in the Red Sea-parting scene of "Ten Rules." My dad found my display hilarious. Once in awhile, I s