The Last Word
The Last Pennsic
It is amazing to me that every year Pennsic gets bigger. The roads get longer, the hills steeper the temperature is hotter. My tent is heavier and takes me longer to put up. I get tired quicker and nap a lot. Is Pennsic changing? No. I am getting older.
Welcome to being fifty.
We are all getting older, sadly. As the saying goes, you hang around long enough it is bound to happen. Every year I see good friends who for one reason or another will not be back. It would take but a couple of turns of bad luck for any of us to fall by the wayside. I know it is the natural way of things but still I am unhappy about it. We will make new friends but the missing will always hold a place in our hearts.
Lords and Ladies!
Charge your glasses and raise them high!
To our friends…today’s and yesterday’s.
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If I have unearned luck
Now to scrape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
Thank you, William. See you all next year.
Yours in the DREAM…