The Fair Doesn’t Just Happen
Twelve years ago, I stepped onto the U.P. State Fairgrounds as a 17-year-old kid preparing to take on his senior year of high school. Growing up in Escanaba, it’s hard to imagine not being overwhelmingly excited about attending the Fair every August. Going on all the rides, eating a ridiculous amount of elephant ears, and donating way too much of my parents’ money to the infamous “Quarter Game” to try and win a few stuffed animals were staples I looked forward to every summer. The Fair was also the time when I saw the vast majority of my classmates for the first time since ...