Yesterday, I attended my first ever York. I currently live just south of Baltimore, and for the first time in many years had both the time, and the money, for a day trip to York.
That said, all of the tinplate on display in infectious.
JD - you reminded me of my first York in October 1989. I took one day off from work, drove up early in the morning and stood in a long line outside the Blue Hall (where registration was then) on a very crisp fall morning. Once I got registered and had my badge, I found I had been given entry into a paradise beyond my imagination. I was really able to relate to your line, "all of the tinplate on display was infectious." That sums it up perfectly. For me since then, it has just gotten constantly better with a growing number of friends and acquaintances, and group activities like the Delta Lines Friends meetings and the OGR get-togethers.
Thank you for describing so well what a first York is like that makes it such a captivating experience.