Jules, with only a whip of feathers in hand, commanded the field and channeled each dance and event smoothly along from beginning to end. He seemed to be in the circle during entire two days as I watched from the sideline shade. He had the strength and fortitude of a Grizzly, and if you got out of line...he probably had the temperment to match. I do not know how he endured the heat in the arbor centre during all the events nor how he stayed on full alert? This man did quite the job and his presence was felt everywhere as a stabilizing factor.