I witnessed a beautiful autumn: very fierce leaves scattered over wide roads.
I saw Niagara Falls which reminded me of Marilyn Monroe looking lovely in a yellow raincoat and about to topple over them.
My mother was touring universities and theatres in a production of
Under Milk Wood and she invited me along too.
The French-speaking Canadian campus girls are exquisite.
I had some huge breakfasts in roadside diners.
I saw urban terminals that were just like Landore.
And Toronto, on the day we were there, was absolutely empty.
The other thing we did was go to the top of that tall tower, but the sky was grey, and it was midday.