Balfour Flint is a Bulldog, low slung, deliberate, and rarely in a hurry. Out near the overgrown stadium rim, Balfour Flint keeps a small ritual that involves a ribbon faded by ocean salt and a quiet bow. Around the Endless Track, Balfour Flint is treated like a small weather system that mostly improves the day. Balfour Flint may not know the truth of the old world, but that never stops a good theory from becoming lunch talk.