This morning, I said goodbye to a friend. In the early morning hours before sunup, while most of Gainesville was still without power, my husband drove him to the Atlanta airport and waited with him until one of the airport chaplains could meet them. The chaplain then escorted my friend through security, helped him with the plane train and remained with him at his gate until he saw him safely boarded. Although my friend has lived half a century, this was his first time inside an airport and aboard a plane. For almost 30 years of his 50-year life, my friend has been in prison