Next Saturday, it was time for the Palin's first annual medieval family festival (I love those "first annuals" ... been to a lot of those in my time. If I ever went to a "first annual" that I hope truly becomes an "annual", this it'd be it).
Jeff shows off his I-Knight the little known renaissance predecessor to the I-Phone maintained in secret from the monks of Mac a little known country in the corner of Europe
But escape, he could not, and thus slipped into despair. ... The end (you know, there is definitely a reason I haven't been selected as #1 Children's Story Book author of the year)
A drink that has zing to it!
Sitting was far too tame. To stand! That's the way to an audience command.
A friar watches the action
With my wife watching, I felt strength coursing through my veins ... I was on fire, VICTORY OR DEATH!
Well, death in my case. Although, Jeff was the ONLY person I couldn't ultimately beat consistently. I guess it's a good thing to have such a noble father-in-law.
The split second where time stands amidst the shouts of the crowds, and the contestant stands frozen able almost to recover. Then, with a rush, they are down.
Challenging the queen!
My jaw dislocated, I realize my career as an orator was probably unlikely anyway.
Swings! Renaissance dresses! There must be photo op somewhere.
"Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."
Wreck of the Hesperus - Longfellow
The signal is called for the races! (note, that chain mail was HAND MADE from COAT HANGERS!)
The junior division!