I always find thrilling the approach from the Orange Lot parking lot and the walk over the bridge spanning rt.690 down towards the main entrance of the New York State Fair fairgrounds. It’s an alternative universe, just over there. You can hear the roar and see it shimmer in the sun. You feel like Moses walking down into the wicked tummult that awaits. It is it’s own little city, with its own codes of conduct. Bigger, better, badder than real life. Like ancient Rome without the gladiator fights. Or Bartertown in Beyond Thunderdome without Tina Turner. And no religion.