My buddy Dave texted me on a Tuesday night. Not the Dave who camps — the other Dave, the one who drives a Camry and orders DoorDash twice a week. His text said: “Dude I know you’re into the prepper stuff. Tariffs are freaking me out. Where do I even start?” I typed back a voice memo instead of trying to explain it in texts. Told him the same thing I’ll tell you right now: don’t go buy a pallet of freeze-dried meals. That’s what most people do when they panic.