Ahh, the good ol' glory days, when everything could be solved with a lot of yelling, a piece of paper signed by a bunch of people, and a couple of cannons going off. 'Twould be the life, amirite? Well, except for the whole "it's really freaking hot in Virginia and the richer you are the more layers you wear at all times so good luck with the heat stroke, sucker" thing.

Yes, I play fife. No, I'm not in the picture. No, I'm not in a fife and drum corps.

Photo of the Williamsburg Fife and Drum Corps, taken over the summer. I felt really bad for them, at least with marching band you can remove the uniform and go home after competition. These guys are reenactors.

Uh, no lawsuits? I was just a tourist taking photos...