Reunion 2000

I look around me but I'm not connecting. These people are Faire but somehow it's not my faire. I am surrounded by legends. I've heard stories of them but I do not recognize them. They were here before me. I do not fit in. It saddens me as it reminds me that my Faire is neither the early nor the late; and it is dead. As my wife and others I once performed with are dead.

Next month I have to decide whether or not to return to Glen Helen; to unpack my costume and once again become someone else. I like him but after more than twenty years he is no longer me. And the powers that be have taken the fun out of it.

But as I sit here and wonder someone begins to play a drum and others join in. The energy shifts and the people become familiar even though I still don't know them. And I know I'll probably decide to work Faire again this year, but that is not my Faire either, despite the friends I have there.

Good luck, Kevin. Good luck anyone. Make a Faire that will bring us home.

Name withheld by request

20 March, 2000