My sister and I left our family’s midtown Manhattan apartment in New York City on Jully 23, 1954, for an overnight bus trip to Niagara Falls. I was 18; Joyce was four days shy of 23. The trip and the expensive new camera she brought along were probably early birthday presents from our parents.
We slept on the bus during the 11-hour trip. Upon arriving at the New York side of the fal...
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