Growing up in Indianapolis, where the Indiana State Fair is located, means that you get to go to the Fair at the end of each summer. To do what? Ride the shuttle, eat fried food, and see the exhibits. I also loved to see capitalism at work in the Manufacturer’s Building. There, small vendors would hustle their products, and indeed I do love the art of the pitch. Oh, and then there’s riding the shuttle, pulled by a large farm tractor!