Another Positive Post
Got to the CNE (that is, the Canadian National Exhibition) around 10:30 a.m. And I was gone by 3:00 p.m. Going to the CNE is a summer tradition that was near dead this morning and now buried tonight.
The problem: the CNE isn't aimed at me.
I'm not interested in cheap t-shirts, throw-away stuffed animals, roasted corn, as-seen-on-TV junk, dog shit dog shows, fake leather wallets, rigged carny games, counterfeit clothing, brain dead humans, unsafe rides, the smell of life fried or anything else the CNE is today.
It's not the CNE, really. It's just me.