The best aspect of a Renaissance festival is the wonderful absence of jerks thumbing through their BlackBerrys. It’s a celebration of life unplugged — of a simpler time when men were covered in tin and women had to worry only about keeping their bosoms heaving and their hair braided. Although a lack of invasive technology might make the 16th Century appear utopian, the era was full of its own headaches: the overly friendly blacksmith, the raptor from Birds of Prey with an eye-plucking temper, the mead-fueled tussles over the last giant turkey leg. Take the good with... More >>>