To understand this post, you need to realize that quite a few of us at the HRA family reunion (7 or 8 out of 20) were wearing these Hot Rod Anglican T-shirts during the events chronicled below. The brightly-coloured shirts made it harder to get lost from one another, but also harder to deny that we knew each other! This is what we looked like later in the evening at the Champaign County Fair: We were in the basement food court of the Illini Union, finishing up pizza and Chinese fast food. We were contemplating rental of several lanes of the bowling alley, also located in the basement. A woman sitting with her husband (I presume) kept staring at us. I assumed that it because several members of our clan were loaning pairs of socks to each other, exchanging shoes and socks right there in the food court. As it turned out, we could simply have bought socks at the bowling alley, which looked like this: Confronted by a Food Court Patron I turned several shades of red as the woman continued t