When I pulled my moped up to the Notts’ Faire entryway, I was surprised to see a brand new security checkpoint with a car barrier. Several uniformed guards sat inside the security hut. As I approached, a burly guard exited the hut and stepped up to me with a clipboard. Once I came to a stop, he asked, “Can I help you, ma’am?” “I’m here for a meeting with James Mason,” I replied. “What’s your name?” The guard asked, lookin...