Danny coasted in Saturday from Athens after an overnight stay at Nicole’s. He got to hang out with Morgan, see the Psychic Hearts, and hang out with Anders and some of his old high school buddies. It was a fun way for him to end his exile from Spring Hill. I just moved the Wrangler, and noticed it had 99,999 miles. I wonder if Danny noticed that on his drive back.

A Sunday morning 4:30 a.m. wake up call from his ride got him up for the drive back to Mobile. Kathy and I were concerned about them leaving so early in the dark and possibly being sleepy. Danny called us an hour into the trip to report not to worry about anyone falling sleep. The two girls had not stopped talking since they left our driveway. They arrived safe and sound to try restarting their college careers, a minor disruption compared to the thousands tragically struck by Katrina.

Sunday night, Kathy, Kelly, Claire and I drove up to Athens to attend mass and get some dinner. One of the church members was loading a truck up with supplies to take south to victims Monday morning. The Catholic Center was already filled up with goods, but Father welcomed more. The five us went out shopping and picked up mosquito spray, playing cards, and baby formula. Something to pass the time and keep the bugs away while you are passing it.