The Ren Faire and me: the social connection, part 1
(This post is part of a series that goes over why, after 13 years, I’m leaving the New York Ren Faire.)
Once upon a time (1984 or ’85), a performer playing a Gypsy at the Bristol Ren Faire in Wisconsin plucked a young man out of the crowd and danced with him as part of the end-of-day celebration. It was just part of the show, and she probably thought little more about it.
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