We spent the weekend past in Niagara Falls with a couple of friends. All of us but Ken had vacationed here before, but in our pre-pubescent years. It was harder to see over the railing then, and I for one was distracted from the scenery by the pain of the vise-like grip kept on my hand at all times. It's hard to enjoy the grandeur of it all when you're a little kid distracted by trivial things, balking at the "strange" food, being nagged about not climbing the fence - oh, who am I kidding? I can't remember a thing because it was forty-two years ago. So it amounted to a first-time visit for all of us. Hoping for an image that was a little different from so many others, I rose at five-thirty the first morning to catch the sunrise. It was worth it.