Tall Paul and I made our very first sojourn to the annual Renaissance Pleasure Faire this past weekend, and while we were there, I did something else for the first time. You might think that being one-quarter Sicilian would give me an affinity for handling knives (outside the kitchen). You would be wrong. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, seriously. And I mean the actual knife. Go sit down. I enhanced the focus on …