There were two everyday Gaming Zoners...
one a nomad, one not;
One on one side of the Atlantic...
and the other on the opposite side;
One who called flavored ice on a stick a "popsickle"...
and one who called it an "ice lolly;"
One who spoke propper English...
and one who stole it and Americanized it beyond all hope;
One who went looking for TROUBLE whenever possible...
and one who hadn't the slightest notion that trouble was about to come his way.