Yesterday, en route to get a few last things for today’s departure, I had a car wreck–one that would qualify as a fender-bender. Only in this case it was a strut-bender. My car, the beloved, Godfrey, is  now in the shop with “Cowboy,” the mechanic, replacing  strut.  None of that sounds good, I know.  Nevertheless, I hope Cowboy will emerge shortly with a good bill of health.  If I can get to Memphis by 10 pm, the trip will still be on schedule. Please send up prayers, good vibes, etc.