08-14-2020, 01:20 AM
It’s a gorgeous night. I took a detour along the beach on my way home from Harriett’s. No sea lions, though. I could hear them in North Beach, but not out here. I still get foghorns, but not tonight.
Victory is fine. Covid dovetailed with our slow season, so no big hit. Our rent is laughably low and it has been a part-time gig for Will and me ($ wise). The fencing public will likely be fits/starts on reopening, but shit is still getting broken, uniforms get too small for the growing crotch-gobblins.
Victory is fine. Covid dovetailed with our slow season, so no big hit. Our rent is laughably low and it has been a part-time gig for Will and me ($ wise). The fencing public will likely be fits/starts on reopening, but shit is still getting broken, uniforms get too small for the growing crotch-gobblins.
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.