Several years ago John and I went to Buffalo, New York to visit his brother. As we were driving down a street one day I spotted a sign with an arrow pointing and the words Niagra Falls. I was amazed I had no idea we were that close. I said if I'm this close I have to see it. His family said we'll go to the Canada side so we did. It was December and so cold that we spent most of the time across from the falls eating in a restaurant and checking out the tee shirts for sale. Probably the only time I wore that big coat.