The appeal went out through the PTA at my kid’s school, organized by a couple from New Orleans, for supplies for the victims. Clothes, medicine, water, toys, food. Someone had loaned a huge truck, and was going to drive it down. By noon the next day there were boxes lining the entire street, and they were turning people away. I saw a boy burst into tears because his bag of toys was not going to be able to make it onto the truck. Never mind, we said, you can give your pocket money to the Red Cross. That cheered him up. Now it’s just a matter of getting all that stuff to the people. When a community gets together like that, it gives you the idea that maybe a country can too. It’s an inspiring thing. Now here’s hoping.