My brother has been saving and working and planning on moving to Houston to live nearer to his son.  He finally got things all together and drove down on Wednesday morning and made it down in time to take his son trick-or-treating.   

Yesterday morning, on his way to meet with a guy about a job, he wrecked (not quite totaled, but pretty badly damaged) his car.  He's fine and it could have been a lot worse, but it's just one of those random, crappy things.  But, my poor brother has the worst luck.  It makes me heart ache. 

He's currently on a Greyhound bus on his way home to regroup.  :\