After church, we drove into the city for the annual Medieval Fair. We like to go to see our old friends from the neighborhood and to view the ye olde wackjobs.
For some reason every subgroup of alienated individuals -- Goths, bikers, Dungeons and Dragons geeks, Pfish-heads, Apple "geniuses" -- think that that the Medieval years would have embraced them. For many, the draw is the leather. Others like the corsets with bosom spillage. Some just like to say things "Kind sir, that's a fine broad sword you have" or "Wench, another mead."
Yes, these medieval fairs are havens for the ostracized and large, bearded folks. We stretched out on the grass, had a couple of beers with the friends, and, like Margaret Mead, dissected this peculiar subculture, until the kids begged us to buy them swords from the large lady in green velvet.
I'm reading Matt Bai's article on Hillary Clinton.