I wrote a while ago about how Scott Olsson and I spun out on the highway going to Denver. As our next trip approached, Scott sent a note to ask what time I wanted to depart.
Well, I wrote back, I want to go to Mass and have doughnuts afterward for my son’s birthday, but we could leave after that.
“Good thinking,” Scott shot back, “Let’s have our doughnuts this time before we get on the road.”
