For some reason, I had never gone to the annual CNE, until this week. One reason likely being my aversion to terribly crowded spaces. The other would have to be the stories of gluttonous forms of stacked meat, in various arrangements, I had heard over the years. Combine the two and the visual I had created in my head was less than enticing.
Somehow, I had failed to realize it was a visual spectacle which contained all of the lights and novelty which feel like home to me, being from Niagara Falls and all.