So there I was, sitting at my grandma’s kitchen table. You know, the kind with the floral tablecloth that’s been there since the ‘80s, and the candy bowl that’s always full of those weird strawberry-wrapped sweets. She looks at me, eyes narrowed like she’s about to crack the Da Vinci Code, and says, “Alright, Chad, what the hell is this Bitcorn you keep yapping about?”

You have to understand—my grandma’s no ordinary sweet old lady. This is a woman who survived the Great Depression, raised six kids, and still complains about gas prices like it’s 1975. She’s a tough cookie. So, convincing her that Bitcoin is the future was like trying to sell steak to a vegetarian. But I was up for the challenge.