Shuttle Service R Us

When John Mansfield, a PAB board member from Gainesville, offered Jimmy a ride in his Citation, it solved the problem of how Jimmy was going to get to the monthly bank meeting in Valdosta today. The 1 1/2 hour drive from Highlands still posed a bit of a dilemma, which we solved by my driving him down yesterday afternoon, with Andy of course, and our spending the night at the Gainesville Holiday Inn.

That way, I could have him at the airport at 9 this morning, comfortable and well-rested. I'll drive down again and pick him up late this afternoon and bring him back to Highlands.

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Andy was seized by an acute attack of separation anxiety when we left the room to go get a sandwich at the hotel restaurant last night. As we walked down the corridor, we heard Andy whining piteously, then a loud thud as he hurled himself against the door. More whining, then another thud.

"We can't go," I said, turning back. "He's not supposed to be here. Somebody will report him and we'll be evicted and have to spend the night in the car."

"He'll stop in a minute," soothed Jimmy. "Come on. He'll be okay."

Thirty minutes later we were back in the room: no Andy. "I knew this would happen!" I wailed. "He's probably been taken into custody by Animal Control or something!"

Suddenly Andy's head popped up out of the travel bag where he had been sleeping on top of Jimmy's shoes. Any port in a storm.