The last few days have been lunacy squared. Started on Friday when I got a mandatory evac notice for the Secret Hidden Bunker while I was having dinner in the Tulsa airport waiting for my 8pm flight home. Believe me, this is a very bad place to be notified that a wildfire is heading for your home. After about 30 minutes of panic, planning, and general yeechiness, I got the "all clear" message.
Got home late, fretted, got up early Saturday and shot the cowboy match up at Pawnee Station. Shot clean, but a little slower running a '92 Puma .357. Was fun, though. Had dinner last night with Savid Fabricious, who was in town for a YPO meeting. He's got an upcoming book based on counter-kidnapping stuff from his own and Israeli experience. I'm reading the draft this week, but am sworn to secrecy.
Today has been a haze of studio work. Am working on Down Range Radio tomorrow on some topics I think are pretty important in the wake of the CCW shooting in Vegas. I think we're moving into some uncharted territory here.