Greetings from the other side of Trump’s wall. They call it Monday here, but a majority of the visitors make it painfully clear that it’s a major holiday for the Northern neighbors.

Yesterday morning, early, I had to cross to San Diego for a Harbor Freight run. The customs officer specifically asked if I had any fireworks. I was caught off-guard and amused as nothing was further from my mind.

My wife and I are sharing a price-friendly Casa de Garcia from Totalwines and some barrel-aged whiskey made by a small Baja producer.

Be excellent to each other, and Party on, Dudes!