SCAdian vs mundane (living among the sheep)

Ghislaine Fontanneau/Elayne Hoover elyh at wcc.net
Tue May 6 03:49:34 PDT 1997


Once upon a time, an SCA sword merchant (don't know his name, but he
sells for M.A.S. weapons and may I say they are very good quality
weapons!), we'll call him lord Bob, moved into a new mundane
neighborhood.  Now, Bob spends so much of his time traveling to events
to sell his swords that he had to take off Fridays and Mondays.  It got
to be such a hassle, and he was making lots of money in the merchant
trade, that he just quit his job.  When he moved into the new
neighborhood, he had no job outside of SCA merchanting, wore mostly half
garb (Cavalier shirt and bluejeans, or the like) all the time, an of
course, had more swords on his walls than most grandparents have
photographs.  His neighbors were intimidated by this scrawny short man
with swords.  

One day in his 'on the border of the inner city' neighbor hood, two
rival gangs decided to rumble in neutral territory: Bob's front lawn. 
Bob was awakened out of a lovely sound sleep (it was still noon) and was
not happy about the arrangements of the two rival gangs.  There were
young children living next door!  His neighbors may not like him, but he
is an honorable man...  Bob dressed, and grabbed his big, real-steel
claymore, and strode out his door.  He planted his two feet firmly on
the ground and shouted for all to hear, "No-one has a knife fight on my
front lawn unless I get to play too!"  

Now, at least two of these kids lived close enough to Bob's house to
have seen him practicing on the pell.  They didn't know at the time why
he was beating an upright log with a duct-taped stick, but when they saw
him standing with that claymore propped up against his shoulder, the
edge glinting in the noon day sun, they began to be enlightened.  They
encouraged their gang friends to leave Bob's front yard...soon.  

Later that day, after the danger had passed, Bob heard a knock at his
door.  It was one of his neighbors with a casserole in her hands, "We
weren't too sure about you when you first moved in here, but now we
think you're okay!" she announced proudly.  Soon she was followed by
another neighbor, and another casserole, and another neighbor, and
another casserole....




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