A few highlights:
- Meet-up with my cousin Nancy and her husband, Bob. My most vivid memories of Nancy are from the unforgettable trip to New York City for my cousin Audrey's wedding. Our dad took my sister Marilyn (then 8 or almost 8) and me (a few months short of my 11th birthday) for about a week in the spring of 1961. We got on a TCA (Trans-Canada Airlines, renamed Air Canada in 1965) DC-8 in North Bay and landed at Malton (the international airport in Toronto, Lester B. Pearson International Airport since 1984), where Marilyn and I went through US Customs & Immigration. I remember the questioning vividly, because the agents were obviously trying to make sure we were not kidnap victims. They asked the names of both our parents and whether our mother was aware of and approved of our trip. I have thought of these guys "just doing their job" many times in cases of parent kidnaping.
