Camping? Camping is what you do when the people you need to kill are more than a day's journey, humping cross-country. Tchah...I'd rather skewer people than marshmallows any day. I will be at 11th St. Friday evening, come rain or shine, ready for rapier combat. Turn-out the last two Fridays has been less-than-ideal, but the fencing has been really great. I really want to thank those who keep showing up regularly. You are fine gentlemen and fine fencers. You know who you are. The rest of you cads disappoint me. I don't blame you guys for the avoidance. It's only natural that you should fear my blade. Tell you what - If you can beat me in a duel to 3 hits, I will buy you a s'more. Come on, I'll even tie my left hand behind my back. Scout's honor.