Prepper Bubble Reality Check

Send us Fan Mail I went to Chicago for a work trip, had a great meeting, caught a Cubs game, and nothing bad happened. But being 12 hours from home by car meant something I did not expect to feel so sharply: I was 12 hours from my preps. No pantry. No familiar systems. No neatly organized gear. Just what I had in my head and what fit in a suitcase. That low-level hum of awareness kicked off a bigger conversation about something many of us in the prepping community rarely name out loud: the pr...