Bristol Renaissance Faire performer and Municipal Jester to the city of Milwaukee, Ann-Elizabeth Shapera a.k.a. “Jane the Phoole,” said, “In today’s culture we don’t know our neighbors and we don’t want to because if they knew us they might want our stuff. In general, we’re isolated and miserable. We live in boxes, work in boxes, transport ourselves from place to place in boxes, and even get most of our entertainment from boxes. Sixteenth-century people didn’t know boxes or self-consciousness; they simply didn’t have filters. They lived right out loud. And at the Renaissance Faire, our audience can finally join us and live that way too.”
I don’t think I’d go that far making the generalization that people today lead isolated and miserable lives (I think this as I type from the confinement of my office cubical). However, the idea of living in the Renaissance Period is pretty intriguing.
If you travel approximately 40 miles south from Milwaukee to Kenosha, you will find yourself in a time warp. Over the past 20 years, the Bristol Renaissance Faire has transported nearly three million guests back to a time when fencing was a popular sport, knights wooed maiden’s hearts, and politeness was actually a desired quality.
The Ren Faire was one of those things I talked about doing but never did. Since there has been nothing but rave reviews, this year I finally made it a point to go.
I met Eric at his place by 10 a.m. – that’s too early for a Sunday. Eric’s mom, dad and sister came shuffling in from their hotel shortly after (the Danielsons were in town for the weekend to visit Eric and to meet my parents for the first time). Once we gathered our necessities – including the tickets printed from our computer that saved us $5 per person – we were out the door and on the road.
The sun was finally shinning after eight-straight days of rain, yet the air wasn’t even humid like it typically would be; it was comfortable. The sky was the perfect shade of blue with white clouds that took the shape of dinosaurs and ships as we drove with the windows down.
After being stuck in a stream of slow moving traffic, we inched our way to the grassy parking lot. We were finally there.
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