Freiman's Missive to the populace

Fifth Edition

Once upon a time there was a guy named frieman. Freiman wrote a collom for a web page for his SCA household. Freiman went to Pennsic war. He was intending to write a Pennsic report. All week long he said to himself "I should be taking notes, there's no way I will remember all of this." There was another voice talking to Freiman, and it said "Whaddaya talkin' about? Not only is your personna illiterate, but you didn't come to Pennsic to write." Sadly, naive, innocent Freiman listened to the third voice, the one that said "Decide what you wanna do after you have another beer." Pennsic exists in my memory mostly as a happy, indistinct haze. I DO remember a couple of things. 1) Kane stopped fighting during the woods battle to take pictures. He didn't do this during a hold. He just put down his sword, and took out his camera. He said things like "Freiman, go stand over there next to the Tuchux, they'll look good in a picture. Don't worry, they won't hit you, it's for a picture. He was right." 2) I believe that they have moved the classic swimming hole. If not, I spent a lot of time running around naked in somebody's campsite. 3) House Cambell did not have a party that I could find. 4) The Meridian Leeric Poets Brigade marched, and leered well. Once again, the ladies auxilliary was much more agressive than the men. 5) There is always something going on at Oddyssy Coffee. Always. Sorry, that's about it. Instead, I decided to write about some Legionaires, that Rivermen from Gleann Abhann might not know. They are mostly Pennsic folk, though if you are lucky you might see them around your area. First, there is Pat. When Alinon was crown prince, somebody threatened to smash my guitar. Who it was is unimportant. Kane (on this rare occasion) had been drinking "wikkey" with some knights from out of kingdom when he found out about it. He turned to our housebrother, Pat, and said "hey, would you wander around with Freiman and keep him out of trouble?" Since then Pat has been my "bodyguard". I say "He protects me from ruffians, and I protect him from weak frail old ladies, if they aren't too much bigger than me." Pat is about 5'7" tall, and is possessed of the greatest emotional equilibrium I have ever seen. I have never seen him lose his emotional balance. If you are lucky he will tell you about dropping to have a beer with a japanese swordmaster. Pat lives in Cleveland Ohio. Bob and Rose are both marines (inactive). Neither of them fight. Bob is a general contractor, so all of his stuff works. Rose often runs a "meal plan" where you shell out cash at the beginning of the war, and you eat all week, and never have to wash dishes (except for household duties) all week. The meal plan is by invitation only. Rose has a soft spot for irish music, and has been known to give rewards of Guiness for persons who make her smile and laugh. Rose is even in my mind with Rixa (whom you should know) as the most "in your face" woman I have ever met, with Rose winning on applied profanity. She's not a naturally vulgar woman, but she is a woman Marine. Bob and Rose live in Central Kentucky If any of these gentles make it to Gulf wars or Lillies, please be kind to them, any of them will watch your back very well.