This year, the Iola Car Show marks 50 years, of which I’ve attended nearly half. Like everyone who attends the Iola Car Show, I remember my first show very well. In the summer of 2000, I was a wet-behind-the-ears summer intern working in Krause Publications’ toy division. I hadn’t sought to work at a toy-related publication, but when magazine was posted at the university I attended, I recognized the magazine’s Iola address from , of which I had been a subscriber for years. Even though I had never witnessed the enormous Iola Car Show, or even been to Iola, the tiny village and were somehow already fused together in my brain.
