10/20/2025 - Y’all… remember yesterday when we sat on this porch and said, “What could possibly go wrong? Well, the man in charge must’ve heard it echo through the ether, because not 24 hours later he said, “Hold my Diet Coke.” Live-fire shells. Over Interstate 5. The same highway folks use to get to work, pick up kids, and hunt for the last decent parking spot in California. You couldn’t script a dumber plot twist if you tried. So yes — the porch called it before the shrapnel hit. And we turned