So after I last posted, I headed off for dinner - a cool little chicken shack in dead city center of Sheffield.
A huge group of folks entered the place - they actually surrounded me at the 10 tables around me. Now understand - I am a tall, fat Texan so I do not scare that easy (except on the Teacups at Disneyland which are truly harrowing) and I've travelled a bunch - but I got spooked. After doing centering prayer while drinking a pint of some Belgian beer (an ancient future practice of the finest combo), I got the guts to talk to the guys next to me - who it turns out were NOT here to end my life after going to Greenbelt but are here for the World Firefighters Game .
Things I quickly learned: