The grandkids, in part, are here. Others are coming over the next few days.  My bride has purchased the contents of a local grocery store. Chaos is in the air. I need a  personal gas station to supply enough gasoline for the 4-wheelers, and no one but me will remember to close the barn door at night.  I haven’t made the map for the treasure hunt (guess who supplies the treasure),  and they all seem to get insider information about where it is stashed anyway. Thursday will be a FULL house day, food will be cold by the time I get through the line, and I will probably be told…