It's started already. Saturday morning, I was up at 07:00 participating in a police action in my neighborhood. I was maintaining my own sector of responsibility, and ensuring that nothing got past my line. The mess sergeant hustled over some coffee, and pointed out a potential intruder before heading back to the DMZ. No, I wasn't part of an invasion force. I was starting my spring/summer lawn care routine. See, in my neighborhood, you can beat your wife, kick you dog, and play loud music until Read more [...]