A short story to tell about Peter Wingfield
In 1998 I attended the Highlander the Gathering event in Anaheim California.
It was just as the show was cancelled, and being so close to LA I had a feeling a lot of the shows cast would attend.
I could go on and on about having great conversations with Alexandra Vandernoot, Stan Kirch and what a once in a lifetime experience it was to listen to Jim Byrnes and Roger Daltry singing blues in an intimate setting while we all danced on the stage.
BUT!
Every time I see one of you guys post something about Peter Wingfield, I’m always reminded of an incident I had with him at the event.
Coming down in the elevator, I reached the first floor. And as the door opens, who's standing there waiting to get on and taking up the entire doorway than Peter Wingfield, looking all the world as Methos in his peacoat. He's looking straight ahead… but here's the thing. He'd kept on his jet black "you can't see my eyes" sunglasses in what I could only assume was an effort to go incognito.
As I walked out, I couldn't help but snicker.
"I don't think that's going to do you much good here, Mr. Wingfield," I said as I passed him.
He didn't say a thing, but got on the elevator and on his way.