Winding Down

Tuesday--the last day for five of us (Bob and Helen, Art, Pam, and me).
Pam and Helen helped at Camp
Art and Bob went out with a mucking crew. Afterward, Tina said, “It was the worst yet.”
“Even worse than yesterday?”
“Yes! Rose and I were nearly gagging at the smell all day.”

Rick Kelly and I were assigned to deliver new appliances to hurricane survivors—refrigerators, washers, dryers, and kitchen stoves. We were the muscle for one of the elders from the local congregation. After we made the final delivery, he insisted on taking us to lunch. We both told him that we were cheap dates—no need to spend much money on us. He took us to his favorite seafood restaurant, where we chowed down on a po’ boy and a bowl of red gumbo, respectively. Yummy!

In the morning, we plan to break camp as soon as we can see what we’re doing, then hit the highway after breakfast. The plan is to arrive sometime Saturday.

Don’t stop praying for us,
Jack