We started to leave at 6:10.  I hadn’t slept the night before, and judging by how much the others in the car, neither did anyone else.  We all slept the first hours of the trip.  I think I woke up in Missouri.  We got to Algiers, New Orleans at around 10:00 pm.  All of these facts are trivial, a simple observation of experiences that I had on the way down to New Orleans.  Each one of these moments were passing.  But the excitement and the enthusiasm that each of us had lasted throughout the ride down.  The Newman Club and the WCM were together to help Katrina victims.  We had no idea what we were going to do the next day, little idea of what the place we were going to stay looked like, but we knew what we were going there for.  I think the ride down might be the tensest part of the trip.  During it we were clueless as to what we were going to do the next day, much less the entire week.