Quick quiz:

It takes place every year on the third Thursday in June.
It draws people from all over.
It has been billed as the country's largest one-day street fair.
It is occassion for many folk, such as myself, to take a day off work.

If you haven't yet guessed, I'm just going to tell you because I can't contain myself any longer: It's JUBILEEEEEE Day.

In Mechanicsburg. Where I live.

Well, actually it's Jubilee Day with only two Ees, but I wanted you to feel how excited I am. I don't know why I look forward to it so much, but I do. Every year I realize how it's not quite as big or as grand or spectacular as I remember it being when I was a kid. But then again, few things are.

The night before, I get butterflies in my stomach when I drive home and see borough employees putting up the roadblocks and shepherding food vendors and artists to their spots so they can set up in time for the noon start the next day. I invite friends or family members to meet at my apartment so we can walk just a block to the food and fun and -- best of all -- people watching.

If you're into the sport, Jubilee Day is one of the best places to practice it because it draws all types. You've got your grandmas sitting in the shade, listening to old-timey music. Punky kids with rainbow mohawks and chains. Young mothers with strollers. Couples walking hand-in-hand. The odd businessman stopped for a bite to eat.

And me, the reporter-on-her-day-off, mingling among the thousands on Main Street.

See you there.