“We can mention it in tomorrow’s morning brief,” she offered. “That’s the best we can do.” It wasn’t enough. The next week was worse. They didn’t just walk through—some brought drinks, leaving cans behind. One couple set up a blanket like it was a picnic park.
Another group filmed a vlog, posing between the rows while one man gave a faux wine-tasting monologue. Robert watched from the porch, mouth tightening with each passing second. He confronted a group of three one afternoon—two sunburned men and a woman in athletic gear.