The owner of King Richard’s Faire has finally slit her own throat: she’s let Richard Weber walk away and in one blow has lost not only her longest-standing cast member but her wardrobe master as well.
I have a great deal of fondness for the rest of the cast, don’t get me wrong, but for me, Rick was the heart and soul of KRF. I was a fan of his Percival Dégagé from the first year he set foot in those gorgeous woods. Gods, but no one could carry off draped gold lamé sleeves and a hand fan the way Percy did when he was young! His wardobe’s gotten less flamboyant over the years, but he’s still fabulous. And funny. And moreover, Rick’s a genuinely sweet guy who’s all about the audience. He’s always been kind enough to spare a few moments for me, and over the years I’ve come to think of him as a friend, albeit one that I only see once a year. Which, honestly, is more often than I see a lot of other people I’m supposedly closer to.
I’m heartbroken over this. For Rick’s sake as well as my own. I know KRF was special to him. And I know it will never be the same without him.
I don’t often get to check your blog, but the goddess must have told me to look today. I’ve known this for a while and am just as sad. I worked KRF some years back and Rick let me wear the most beautiful outfit. Rick’s been there 28 years and was a friend to all the cast. It will indeed never be the same.