Due to the perennial construction on I-85, we were a good hour later than we had hoped on our long 650-mile annual trek from D.C. down to Georgia. For the last hour or so our grandson who had slept much of the trip kept asking about our ETA. If we hadn’t been road-weary, we would have known that he and a friend were texting away coordinating our arrival like a pilot with the control tower -- we had after all been through the same drill the year before with his sister. We could hear the growing excitement in his voice as James, our 12-year-old grandson, asked us to slow down so he could take a picture of the entrance gate to Indian Springs Holiness Camp Meeting in Flovilla, Georgia. His grandad, not quite keyed into what was coming down, stopped, thinking James would want to get a good angle for his picture, but James exclaimed, “No, no don’t stop; I got the picture. Keep going!” He was sitting on the edge of the backseat, clearly eager to get to our cabin to...(Read Full Article)