Nathan Arrested AGAIN

Well, here it is Memorial weekend. I was just commenting, with a smile, to Barry how yesterday and today were perfect days; and just as I finished saying that, I immediately imagined Tiff and Josh drowning in a rip tide in Galveston. Not that that would top off my day, but it's like as soon as I acknowledge something as being good, something bad has to happen. I was happy to learn that Ronnie and the kids made it back safe from Galveston and that they were all coming over to cook baked beans at our house. Later, we were all enjoying eating together, listening to the blues, laughing about this and that when the phone rang. It was Kat. Nathan was arrested. He and Bobby went mudding and got pulled over on their way home for no inspection sticker. Of course Nathan had a warrant out for his arrest for non-payment of an old ticket that he forgot all about. I was looking forward to him being at the Bar-B-Que tomorrow. I asked if anyone had $300 cash to get him out. No. An hour goes by. I'm down; the phone rings again. It's him. Mother/Son conversation: How could you let this happen AGAIN! I don't remember getting that ticket! I'm sorry. I'm sad. Will you call Bobby and ask him to bail me out, and tell him I'll pay him back next friday? O.K.