A smooth rail journey and a tolerable flight from Gatwick brought us safely to the US. The nice people at Alamo were persuaded to part with one of their cars for a time so we’re able to get around while we’re here. I could have wished that my reintroduction to America’s roads had been somewhere other than Atlanta, but I survived the experience without having a nervous breakdown. Made the drive from Atlanta to Louisville today (or yesterday, depending on your perspective) and I’ll be giving a short “devotion” at a Men’s prayer breakfast in the morning. Which means only one thing — it’s well past my bedtime!