07-31-2018, 02:03 AM
Handed in the keys today. After working long hours and no days off, I’m going to take a day tomorrow to go for a ride. It is kind of a “found day” as tomorrow (Tuesday) was the last day of the month, but we got done a day early.
10 years, 6 days/week. Weird. Also, I may never see the sun again. No reason for me to ever leave the Fog Belt now.
G-Man, half of your Work Bench of DOOM was appropriated by Borderlands Books for their basement work shop. Half of your benches went to The Fencing Center, the other half came with me up to the fog.
Since I had stored a lot of stuff up there, I got to go through and throw out materials of my previous life: Photos, letters, old lesson plans, etc.. I have found new homes for almost all of my swords. I’m the lightest I have ever been for material goods. Mixed feelings about it, though. I would love to have left something of a legacy to someone, but I have no kids, my brothers have no kids. Also, HaggisKillers work with the West Coast Fencing Archive has shown me that people mostly do not care about the roots of their sport. All the names on all the trophies that no one knows, lists of forgotten winners of forgotten tournaments. HK finds it fascinating, I find it sad. Better, I think, to start getting the historical stuff into younger hands that really like it.
10 years, 6 days/week. Weird. Also, I may never see the sun again. No reason for me to ever leave the Fog Belt now.
G-Man, half of your Work Bench of DOOM was appropriated by Borderlands Books for their basement work shop. Half of your benches went to The Fencing Center, the other half came with me up to the fog.
Since I had stored a lot of stuff up there, I got to go through and throw out materials of my previous life: Photos, letters, old lesson plans, etc.. I have found new homes for almost all of my swords. I’m the lightest I have ever been for material goods. Mixed feelings about it, though. I would love to have left something of a legacy to someone, but I have no kids, my brothers have no kids. Also, HaggisKillers work with the West Coast Fencing Archive has shown me that people mostly do not care about the roots of their sport. All the names on all the trophies that no one knows, lists of forgotten winners of forgotten tournaments. HK finds it fascinating, I find it sad. Better, I think, to start getting the historical stuff into younger hands that really like it.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.