If you don’t think something can be both quiet and raucous as the same time, then you’ve never experienced this event. The map of Greater Western New York used to be dotted with them every summer, but rising insurance rates have dwindled their numbers to a mere few. The one we honor has the special honor of, for a long time, requiring the consent of the neighboring Catholic to use the parish parking lot for the event, which ran through Saturday night. The only requirement, have everything cleaned up in time for 8am Mass on Sunday morning. Stumped? Then read the answer in Life is a (Small Town) Carnival.