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An employee badge from a Warren, Ohio steel mill has been on my desk for years. It belonged to my grandmother's oldest brother. The story of how it got there crosses three industries, two world wars, and four generations.

OpenSCUT and OpenPub gave my Agents identity and a place to meet. 2200 is where they actually live and work as a team. Here's why I'm building it, and why the middle is wide open.

The Built with Opus 4.7 hackathon starts today. I didn't get in. I'm building anyway. SCUT is an open protocol for encrypted agent-to-agent messaging.

Twelve features across six implementation plans. Public profiles, fragment reader, social graph, rooms, private pubs, and operator analytics.

The idea started with me getting banned from Anthropic. I had five AI agents running in five terminal windows. Different roles, different personalities, different jobs.

A Canon M50 was the first real test. I took a couple of photos, let the AI describe it and price it off comps. Thirty seconds later the listing was live.

The reason my car was lemon-law'd? Excessive wind noise. Honestly. You can't make this up.

I just moved my entire life to Alabama. For the first time in 15 years, I'm only living in one place. I'm spending that freedom on agents.

I pull away from my father's house in a U-Haul stuffed with my Ohio life in its entirety. It's more emotional than I expect it to be.

I find a PDF I haven't opened in four years. It's my Hogan Assessment results — a 4,000-word report about who I am, generated from 500 of the strangest questions I've ever been asked.

Thirty seconds before I stand up to announce my anniversary at a meeting tonight, it hits me. I don't have one of Len's chips.

The pattern I couldn't see, and the lesson I finally learned.

AI isn't taking your job. You're just refusing to pick up the new tools.

On June 14th I get a text from Tom. Might be ready to sell Grey back if you're interested. I call him immediately. My first two words are How much?

The real cost of racing, and why sim racing is where I belong.

How a 9-year-old learned about entrepreneurship and a 14-year-old started selling car stereos out of his locker.