I get the call in the middle of the afternoon: “Casey, it’s Jack. I’m in trouble; I need you to go to Nate’s, get him and come down to bail me out.” He tells me where he is, I ask no questions and I’m out the door. I arrive at Nate’s not 10 minutes later and am half way through “Jack needs our help he’s—”, before he stops me with his keys already in his hands, “Alright, where to?” We’ve been on the highway for an hour now...