People bring the magic to Oshkosh. One small bit is carried here in each airplane, car, camper, and vendor’s trailer. The magic multiplies exponentially with each arrival. The magic happens when fingers reach into a damp cardboard box under a canvass tent and come out with a rare part for a Waco restoration. The magic is reflected in 100,000 pair of sunglasses aimed at air clawed and marked by an angry radial engine spewing white smoke. The magic happens when a young girl meets a female astronaut, and an aging veteran touches the skin of a machine he once trusted with his life. The magic isn’t in the Brown Arch, it is in friends meeting at the arch for the second, fifth, or twentieth year in a row. The magic manifests when temporary neighborhoods of campers appear and their residents celebrate a bond stronger than the brick-based communities from which they came. I know of no other event—in any field of interest—where the attendees are also the show. AirVenture is a fly-in, an airshow, a trade show, a history lesson, a social event, and an educational opportunity. Every aspect of aviation is on display and accessible.